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questionableratatouille00 · 7 months

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: After an incident involving the Quantum Realm brings forth the Zombie Apocalypse, you are forced to comprise a team of survivors to reach Wakanda, the only human sanctuary left. But is the apocalypse really a great time to develop feelings for a Super Soldier?

Warnings: Themes of death, hurt/comfort, angst. Side/main character death?? (Not Bucky or Reader) Fire, violence. Let me know if I need to tag anything else!

Note: This very loosely follows the relative idea of the What If..? episode. Thank you to @buckylattes for sending me this idea!

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“This is day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”

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The sound of the leaves crunching under your feet filled the warm and crisp air as you trudged through the forest. Occasionally, a gentle breeze would blow through the air, which felt quite nice in comparison to the autumn warmth.

"So..Steve and Tony got in some kind of fight?" Bruce stuttered out, breaking the silence.

"Yep." You confirmed.

"And..the Avengers broke up? Like One Direction?"

"Yep."

“And then got back together?”

“Uh-huh.”

"And there are zombies now?"

"Seems like it." You sighed.

“And the Avengers are zombies, too?”

“Dr. Banner.” Okoye chided.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just—y’know, it’s—“

“Weird?” Peter Parker guessed, smiling softly. “Yeah. We know.”

You frowned at the kid’s statement. You, Bucky, and Peter were the only Avengers on Earth to not be affected. Or at least, to your knowledge.

“Go find the kid. We’re..we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” Tony had mumbled to you. Steve nodded, pursing his lips.

“I’ll call Kate and Yelena,” Clint said, looking at Natasha. Wanda grasped Vision’s hand, looking up at him anxiously.

“Anyone know how to get in touch with Thor?” Steve looked up from his feet, arms crossed.

“That’s a negative, Captain Rogers.” Vision’s voice was smooth and neutral. “Mr. Odinson does not have a communication device to contact us.”

You gave Bucky’s right shoulder a friendly and comforting squeeze before you walked out of the room. You knew Peter’s address, you’d visited his apartment before with Tony.

Before you knew it, Earth was basically gone. That was over a month ago. You’d quickly found fellow survivors and made somewhat of a team with them. Peter, Bucky, Okoye, some guy named Kurt, Sharon Carter, you, and John Walker. And now, Bruce Banner.

“We need to find a base,” Bucky said, just loud enough to be heard.

“Sergeant Barnes is correct.” Okoye agreed. “Nightfall is approaching.”

“Pete, where’s that camera thingy you recorded your video on?” You asked, looking back at him. He’d made a little movie on how to survive the apocalypse soon after you’d saved him from the hoard of zombies outside of his apartment. It was a cute video, though the circumstances weren’t exactly great, or even good. It would’ve made a good school project, though.

Part of it was about hygiene, and Bucky starred in that section, albeit unwillingly. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you could see the discomfort on his face when Peter showed you all the finished product. Bucky had been in the shower, rotated in a way where you luckily couldn’t see anything. He’d been ambushed by Peter and Kurt, the latter being lifted off the ground by his own neck, which had Bucky’s metal fingers wrapped around it. In private, Bucky had hinted that he was uncomfortable with the clip, and you’d gone to talk to Peter about it without saying anything.

You’d explained to him that ambushing anybody, but especially a Super Soldier—particularly a traumatized one who also happened to be a veteran—in the shower was not cool. Peter had apologized profusely, going back and removing the clip. You’d asked him not to say anything to Bucky, knowing that Bucky wouldn’t have wanted attention to be brought to it.

You could tell by the way Bucky’s eyes flicked to you when Peter showed the clip to Bruce that he’d noticed.

“Oh—uh—here.” He said, pulling the small camera from a pocket before tossing it to you. You caught it with ease. The apocalypse was no place for a lack of hand-eye coordination. You tucked it in the front pocket of your backpack.

“Won’t that thing run out of battery?” Bruce questioned, and you chuckled. “No. Peter and Stark made it a while back. It runs on an extremely tiny arc reactor. I’ve been keeping logs of every day—sometimes twice a day—since two days after the apocalypse started. So..yeah.” Sometimes others would make them, but none were as detailed or formal as yours.

“Jesus Christ," Bruce mumbled out. "Oh. I just realized--I haven't properly met most of you. I'm Bruce." He stuttered, picking at his fingernails.

"John Walker, Captain America." The annoying blonde spoke up. You were surprised he hadn't already shoved that fact down Bruce's throat yet. Normally, he wouldn't shut his mouth.

"I'm sorry--what?" Bruce looked at you, brows furrowed, wanting to see if you were agreeing or not.

"Turns out the government really doesn't like their favorite child going against 117 countries. So they gave the title--and a non-vibranium dupe of the shield--to this asshole." You explained, rolling your eyes.

"Right.." Bruce processed. John looked like he was going to say something, before Bucky shot him a glare, silencing him.

"I'm Sharon Carter. Former SHIELD agent." Sharon introduced herself, and Bruce smiled at her. Peter, Okoye, Kurt, and even Bucky introduced themselves, but you mainly focused on choosing where to go.

For some reason, you ended up being the 'leader' of the group. Maybe it was because you found everybody, maybe it was because you were the one who'd been an official Avenger the longest.

"Where are we going?" Bruce questioned. He'd followed you and the rest of the group into the woods.

"Well, the end goal is Wakanda. Right now, we're somewhere in New York. Phones don't work, and we come across maps every so often. Unfortunately, it's not like people posted map-selling stands in the middle of forests. Public spaces aren't the best places to be anymore." You spun around to look at everyone, walking backward.

"Wakanda may be the last human sanctuary on Earth." Okoye filled him in. "Our force fields would prevent the..undead from ever reaching our people."

"You sure did pick an odd time to visit the States," Bruce noted.

"I swore an oath. My king disappeared along with the Avengers." She replied.

"Right." Bruce exhaled.

"There should be an old Avengers safehouse up ahead. We stayed there after that one mission in February last year." You nudged Bucky with your shoulder as he caught up to you. He nodded slightly, chewing on his bottom lip.

"You okay?" You lowered your voice, trying to at least make the conversation slightly private. He glanced at you, before giving you the smallest of shrugs.

"Come on, it should only be a little farther." You called over your shoulder, beginning to pick up the pace. The sun was going to set soon, and night was not a time to potentially fight zombies.

You breathed out a sigh of relief when you could finally see the safehouse in the distance. It was a cabin in the middle of the woods, which made it a great place to stay in an apocalypse, at least for a little while.

"There's two bedrooms, two bathrooms." You announced. You put the code into the tiny pad by the door, before stepping inside.

You let out a sigh as you set your backpack on the floor against the couch. Everyone else followed suit, John and Peter sitting on opposite ends of the old couch.

Deciding to raid the pantry and see what you had, you rubbed your hands on your face. You'd risked it and went to a grocery store a few days ago, all of you filling your bags with as many non-perishable food items as you could.

"Okay, there's peanut butter, canned corn, some dried fruit, rice, bottled water, some trail mix packs, and canned..pineapple." You listed off. "And then whatever we're carrying."

"You wanna go through it all?" Sharon asked, and you shrugged. "Not really. I'm fucking exhausted." You held your forehead in your hand, closing your eyes.

"I can do it if you want." She offered, and you nodded. "Okay. Thanks, Sharon. I'm going to shower." You told her, opening your eyes and lifting your head up.

"You should take one of the beds. No offense, but you look like you need it." She smiles slightly, and you groan. "Wow, thanks. And I'll be fine. One of you should take it."

"Y/n, take the damn bed. Share if you want. But you're sleeping in a bed tonight." She decides, and you're too tired to argue with her. You accept your defeat and sigh. "Fine."

"Wonderful. You and Bucky can share that room. Okoye and I will take the other one, and Peter can take the couch. Kurt, Bruce, and Walker will be fine on the carpet." She assured.

“How’s your leg?” She’d injured herself yesterday, falling from the roof of a one-story building.

“Hurts like a bitch, but I’ll be fine. And don’t try and distract me. Go shower.” She smiled at the end. It reminded you of Natasha, in a way. You missed Natasha dearly.

"Okay." You agreed finally, taking out any food you had in your bag before taking it to the bathroom with you. You had a few outfits, just enough for maybe three or four days, and then a pair of shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You could stretch that to a week and a half if you felt clean enough to not wash your clothes.

You showered quickly before getting dressed in your shorts and tank top, walking into a bedroom.

Bucky sat on the bed, messing with his dog tags. His hair was wet.

“How was your shower?” You attempted to strike up a conversation. He shrugged in response, clearly tired.

“Did Sharon finish seeing what food we have?”

“Yeah.” He bit his lip, looking down at his hands. “Do you think he’s alive?”

You nearly asked who ‘he’ was, but after a second you figured it out. “I..don’t know, Bucky. But Steve’s strong. You and I both know that.”

He nodded, but it was clear that he wasn’t convinced. You pulled back the covers of the bed, before laying down.

“C’mere.” You said, the only light in the room was the tiny lamp that barely worked. You made room for him in your arms. Though you and Bucky weren’t anything more than friends, you’d gotten used to sleeping like this. It helped a little, in more ways than one. It helped him with his nightmares, and it helped with your anxiety.

He rested his head against your chest, draping his right arm over you.

The two of you fell asleep like that, comfortable in each other’s embrace.

Until Bucky started mumbling something, waking you up. “What the hell..” You grumbled before you realized what was happening. Right before he started screaming himself awake, you shook him.

His eyes flew open and he gasped, gripping your shoulders tightly. You waited for him to realize that he was safe and that the ‘danger’ was gone. His eyes began to water, though he tried to blink away the tears.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. Promise.” You reassured him. He let himself calm down, exhaling slowly.

“Good job. Do you..want to talk about it?”

He looked at you, unsure. “Not much to talk about.”

“I’ll always listen. You know that.”

“I wasn’t there for him.” He confessed, eyes watering again. “Steve. I didn’t..I couldn’t..” He reached for his face, wiping at his eyes.

“Bucky, none of that was your fault. None of this is your fault at all. You didn’t start the fucking apocalypse.” You began to rub soothing circles into his back.

“All I had to do was shoot.” He made eye contact with you. Your heart burned at the sight of his pink nose and teary eyes.

You didn’t really know what to say. In theory, you could say the perfect thing that comforts him immediately. But the truth is that whenever you’re actually in a situation like that, all of that stuff goes right out the window.

“Close your eyes. Okay? I know this stuff hurts, but you really do need rest.” Your mind went back to Natasha.

He nodded finally, closing his eyes. You did the same.

It was the smell of burning wood that woke you up.

You blinked yourself awake, eyes stinging from the smoke. You gasped, choking on air as you took in your surroundings. The room was on fire. You shook Bucky awake, and he took a second to register what was happening.

“Shit!” He exclaimed, kicking the blankets off the two of you.

Without thinking, he busted down the bedroom door, revealing the slightly less burning living room. Peter’s face was the first one you saw, and you raced to him. “We have to get out of here!” You screamed over the sound of rooms collapsing.

“There’s hordes of them out there!” He shouted back, clutching your arms.

“The Spider-Child is right!” Okoye called to you as she threw Sharon’s arm over her shoulder, supporting the blonde’s weight.

“Well, would you rather try and get out of here or would you like to burn to death?” John cut in. “I would rather not burn!” Kurt pointed out, and Bruce nodded beside him.

“Okay. Okay. Come on, we’re gonna bust through the side door. Are they surrounding the house?” You began to plan, though you were panicking on the inside.

“I don’t know. I only saw them from the front door.” Sharon wheezed.

“I hate those odds and I don’t think our chances are even decent, but there’s no other option. When I say go, race through that door!” You directed. Checking to make sure everybody was accounted for, you gave yourself a final nod of encouragement. John was able to get Sharon onto his back.

“Go!” You shrieked, making sure that you were the last one to bolt out.

“I see them!” Peter screamed.

“Doesn’t matter! Keep going!” Bucky commanded, but they were only getting closer.

The sound of something crashing against the forest floor made you gasp.

“They can knock trees over?!” Peter kept glancing over his shoulder.

“They are getting a bit close!” Kurt yelled out. You looked over your shoulder, seeing John struggling to run with Sharon on his back. You stopped, and when Bucky began to slow down to see why, you put your hand on his back, guiding him forward. “Go.” You told him, as you went to help John.

“You can’t carry me and I can’t run,” Sharon said darkly. “John, put me down.”

The crowds of zombies chasing you were only catching up.

“Sharon, we’re not leaving you.” Your voice raised in pitch, anxiety settling in.

“Sharon.” John panted. “Come on, we gotta keep going.” He tried to stabilize her, to keep her still against his back, but she managed to break his hold on her.

“Sharon—stop! Stop, Sharon, please!” You begged, your eyes watering up.

“I can’t lose another friend. Come on, don’t be like this.” John grabbed her wrist, but she pulled away.

“Take them all to Wakanda for me, okay?” She asked, giving you a soft smile.

“Sharon!” You cried out as John gripped your wrist, keeping you from chasing after her as she staggered into the horde of undead.

“We could’ve..that—she didn’t have to—“ You gasped, beginning to hyperventilate. “Yeah, I know, but we have to keep going.” John’s hand remained wrapped around your wrist. It felt too tight. It hurt.

“Let go of me.” You said as you sprinted with him.

“There’s only more of them!” Bruce stressed, and you wondered how he didn’t get whiplash from looking around between you all so fast.

“Go right!” Bucky took charge, and everyone obeyed. You kept pace with Bucky, knowing that he was running slower on purpose. The serum enhances his speed, so there was no reason he couldn’t have just bolted and gotten to safety. You admired his loyalty.

Everyone—minus you and Bucky—made it away from the main group of zombies before a large tree fell. It was burning. The only thing that you’d noticed was burning was the house.

“Zombie enhanced. Not good!” Bruce shouted.

“What do we do?” Peter tried to find a solution. You took a deep breath.

“Run!”

“What?” John, Okoye, Bruce, and Kurt all looked back at you and Bucky.

“We’ll find another way! We’ll find you!” Bucky agreed.

Peter shook his head, mouth opened slightly like he was about to protest. You hoped that this didn’t fuck him up too bad. He already had enough trauma.

“Come on!” Okoye filled in the role of ‘leader’. She was a general, after all. She was born for this.

You turned to Bucky, grabbing his arm and trying to find a way around the zombies. “Move! Move! Move!” Your voice went higher in pitch every time you said it. You wove through clusters of them, though you were still in your pajamas.

You ran through the woods, but it was still dark out. The moon was the only thing keeping you from not being able to see anything at all, and you were thankful.

“How fast can they go?” You shrieked as they began to pick up the pace.

“Y/n, go! I’ll hold them off!” Bucky began to slow down.

“What? No!”

“Just go!” He stopped suddenly, and you tumbled to the ground, trying to do the same.

“No! Not without you!” You howled, and he accepted his defeat, racing back towards you and grabbing you as you stood up.

Not without you. I love you.

Bucky and you ran through the dark woods, breathing heavily, palms sweating. You managed to trip over a tree root, pulling Bucky down with you. Just your luck, you managed to trip at the top of a hill, and you rolled down it with Bucky. Dirt and dead leaves crunched under you and scratched at your legs and arms, pine needles getting stuck in your hair and in Bucky’s.

“Fucking hell..” You groaned as you stopped rolling.

“This is not as pleasant as those fall candles said it would be.” Bucky breathed, and you laughed. You’d shown him some fall candles in a store you were raiding, one being Rolling in Leaves.

“Yeah. I agree.” You choked out.

“Come on, we gotta find..” He trailed off.

“They’re long gone, Buck. We’ll..just have to meet them in Wakanda.” You stood, helping him up.

“Don’t ever pull that shit again.” You said after a moment of walking. “What?” Bucky looked at you, not knowing what you were talking about. “That sacrifice bullshit.” You clarified. “Never fucking again.”

“Okay.” He said blankly.

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” He made direct eye contact with you as he said it.

“Good. We should find somewhere to stay for the night. I’m exhausted.”

The two of you walked for maybe an hour more or so before Bucky pointed something out in the distance. “There. Those are caves.”

You looked where he was pointing, and sure enough, they were caves.

Another hour later and you’d been able to sort through the bags and see what you had. Bucky had been smart and saved the bags from the fire.

“Why do you care? About..my life?” He broke the silence.

“Why would I not?” He shrugged in response. “Because you’re one of the only people I have left. And..I care about you, Bucky. A hell of a lot.”

“I care about you too.” He breathed, and it was clear he meant it. His gaze drifted down, towards your lips. He cleared his throat awkwardly, eyes shifting elsewhere.

“Bucky—“

“Kiss me.”

“I—what?”

“I want you..to kiss me.” The former Winter Soldier, one of the few Super Soldiers on the planet, wanted to kiss you. And who were you to say no? You felt the same way.

You leaned it at the same time, your lips against his, both of your hearts beating faster than they ever have before.

The kiss ended when you pressed your forehead to his. Bucky’s fingers tangled with yours, your knees pressed against his.

“If I have to be with anyone in this situation, I’m glad it’s you.” You whispered.

“Me too.”

“Wait a second. Can you check the front pocket of my bag and see if the little camera thing is in there?” You asked him, and he nodded, reaching over to open the front pocket of your backpack. He handed you the small device. Maybe it was weird to end a moment like that with asking for a camera, but you needed to be sure.

“Think it survived the fall?” He questioned.

“Let’s find out. If it does, maybe we can use the parts to make some kind of communication device. Maybe we can contact someone in Wakanda with it.” You pressed record. A small little light came on off the side of the camera, and you grinned. “It works.”

Now that you were recording, you realized that you might as well film your log.

“The safe house burned down. We got split up from the group. Sharon..Sharon’s gone.” You said grimly. “We have no contact with the rest of the group, and no way of knowing if they’re alive or not.” You spoke to the camera, eyes never really staying focused on one thing for more than a minute.

“This is day..forty-nine?” You glanced at Bucky, who was nodding. “Forty-nine. Day forty-nine since the apocalypse started. And Bucky and I may be the last survivors in the United States.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader fluff #zombie apocolypse au

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ex0rin · 4 months

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End Of Year

continuing the tradition this year:

Fandom: HydraTrashParty (January-July) Fic Count: 37 Word Count: 115,925

Fandom: The Boys/ Jack Quaid RPF (August-December) Fic Count: 12 Word Count: 42,049

Total Word Count: 157,974

Find me on AO3 here

Top Three (Kudos)

The Other Stuff (The Boys) - Butcher/Hughie

Ein Gift (TFATWS) - Zemo/Bucky, Rumlow/Winter Soldier (past)

Something to Remember (CA:TWS) - Rumlow/Winter Soldier

Top Three (Personal) (under the cut)

Easy Intel (CA:TWS) - Rumlow/Steve Rogers

Rumlow’s not expecting the pretty blond who ducks into the hallway with timing a little too perfect for Rumlow to mark down as accidental, she glances up as they pass and, oh, he certainly knows her well enough that he could blow her cover when Steve says a friendly and neighbourly hello in passing; he makes a mental note to update their Intel later and make sure to include Sharon Carter’s name as a possible risk before giving her a wink on the way by while Rogers isn’t looking. It’ll be twice as fun tonight if Steve’s place turns out to be bugged by SHIELD as well as Hydra.

OR: Rumlow has a thing for sticking his cock in super soldiers that could snap his spine; more Intel on Steve Rogers was just an added bonus.

Running Lines (The Boys, RPF) - Karl/Jack (Butcher/Hughie)

This doesn’t feel like Karl to him at all, this feels like – Almost like – “Butcher,” he says, breathes. Karl's smile goes a little wider, a little feral at the edges, dangerous is what it is and Jack tries to swallow around the way the older man clenches his fingers a little more, effectively cutting off Jack’s ability to take another gasping breath. "Ah," Karl starts - just a low, rough exhale, "you wanna play do you Hughie?"

OR: Jack goes to run lines with Karl, gets more than he bargained for (but exactly what he wanted)

‘Til the End of the Line (Series, CA:TWS) - Steve/Bucky, Rumlow/Bucky

It might finally break what's left of him if Steve knew the way he's had to dig his nails into his palms hard enough to draw blood just to shape his breath into the sound of a moan.

OR: Steve will never be able to give Bucky what he needs

We're about 70k less than last year but that'll happen with a mid-year fandom switch up 😅 As always, so much love to all my pocket-friends and cheerleaders/ readers this year but especially to:

@sparklingbinjuice @5ummit @billyboyblue @the-ravening @unlikelymilliner @ladyshallots @crushcandles & @semains

Here's to more words (more smut) in 2024 ❤️

#cara writes #about cara #2023 in review #also #cara gifs #hydra trash party #the boys #butchie #winterbones

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evansbby · 11 months

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greek god stomega au, where steve is the son of zeus and omega is the daughter of demeter!

the wizard of oz au, where omega is dorothy and steve is the evil lion who keeps dorothy all to himself?

gossip girl au, i think you answered an ask where omega and steve were watching gossip girl but anyway, bucky would be carter baizen and i feel like bucky would also be gossip girl or peter😭

oh! baker!omega and misogynisticbusinessman!steve, he decides to go to the bakery nearby his workplace/building and sees omega there and eventually leaves his fiance(sharon)

I know this is super ooc for steve and omega but smug artist!steve x shy model!omega

well that was all i could think of, hope you enjoyed reading this!!

OMG OMG OMG you have no idea how much I love this ask! I need to answer it properly and give my thoughts on each AU!!! Bare with me! 💜💜

So firstly, Greek God Stomega AU?? YES PLS! I was a Greek mythology girlie back in the day! (Like my tweens, early teens haha). Steve would be Hades and Omega would be Persephone! Except he wouldn’t be her uncle pls. ORRR maybe Steve could be Apollo since Apollo is the Sun God 😭😭 except everyone thinks he’s this golden boy but actually he’s extremely debauched, promiscuous, MEAN and obsessed with human!omega and wants to make her his!

Bahaha Wizard of Oz Au! I can imagine Steve being the Wicked Wizard of the West hehehe

GOSSIP GIRL STOMEGA AU YES YES YES!! But I feel like it’s very similar to POYT in the sense that the privileged elite go to poyt university! But if poyt uni had a gossip girl, it would DEFFOOO be Peter lmfaooo and HE DOESNT EVEN GO THERE!!!

Omg omega as a baker would be so cute!!! She loves to bake in poyt (but dumbasses keep flinging her brownies out of her hand 🙄) I can imagine businessman!Steve going feral for her bc she’s so cute and little in her pretty apron with flour all over it, and she’s got flour on her cheek and she bakes the BEST cakes and brownies and cookies and Steve stalks her and is in love with her and she’s so friendly and innocent but she doesn’t even know who he is PLS 😂😂

I LOVE THE IDEA OF omega as a model! But it would be a really harrowing, dark story. I can imagine her being forced into modelling from a young age to support her family. She’s super shy and naive but she got scouted at the grocery store or something and landed a photoshoot which gave her a bit of money (which her mom took) so now omega had to drop out of uni to support her family by modelling. And industry people keep wanting to take advantage of her bc she’s so trusting and cute. Buttt she’s not dumb so she’s also wary of all the attention she gets and she just wants to run away from it all. I can imagine smug Artist/photographer Steve wanting to fuck this cute lil innocent omega sooo bad and he manipulates her and takes advantage of her but of course, falls for her in the end in CLASSIC POYT STEVE STYLE

Besties which au is your fav!??

#anon #poyt ask

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cricket-reader · 9 months

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hii!! love your writing its intoxicating!!! idk if you’ve seen the movie Easy A (if not DO IT!!! its on Netflix) but if you have i was thinking a fem (or gn if youre more comfortable with it) reader x bucky fic thats along that line where reader is like Olive and bucky is like Todd? maybe lots of angst/fluff/smut or whatever this prompt takes you. honestly anything as long as it has bucky comforting reader through whatever you choose? again if you havent seen then feel free to ignore this and thankya!!!

Easy A

Summary: after a truly awful date, you are comforted by Bucky. (High School AU)

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, non-con kissing (not Bucky), Brock Rumlow being a prick, fluff

Word Count: 3,470

A/N: Sorry it took so long. It took a while to find inspiration, but here it is! I hope this lives up to your expectations 💕💕

How could life get so messed up?

You find yourself asking this question a lot lately. It was a simple rumour. Something that you could should have stopped—no, prevented.

In fact, you could have prevented all of this. So in hindsight, this is all your fault.

That doesn’t mean, however, that you deserved this… right? Sure, some people probably definitely thought you did. What, being the campus whore? The virgin slut.

It was a simple white lie. But it grew into something so much bigger. Something you could never outlive. Rumours spread fast. Especially on a campus. Almost like the wildfires along the west coast.

Despite never having sex in your life or even having your first kiss, you were the sluttiest, dirtiest, whore out there.

Whilst all that isn’t true, you sure felt dirty. It seemed as though everyone believed the rumours. Sure, you had done nothing to dispute them. If anything, you only encouraged them. That was just you being stupid, you realise that now. Despite all of that, you wished that someone could look through the stupid lies. Because everyone had to be idiots to believe them.

Thinking back on it, this all could have been avoided. If you didn’t tell your former best friend that lie, none of this would have ever happened. It was the snowball effect, and it had grown out of proportion.

It only truly hit you in the face when Brock Rumlow tried to make a move on you.

You didn’t put it past him to believe that you were really a whore. He was quite daft. Regardless, when he asked you out, you had foolishly believed that he liked you for you; not for your fake self. He took you out to eat at the fairly nice seafood place in town and everything. You should have known that it wouldn’t end well.

It started off fine. You both made small talk and ordered drinks and food. Then you saw Bucky. He was the guy you had liked for a long time, not that anyone besides your old best friend knew that.

He was singing a cheesy happy birthday song with his colleagues. You giggled at the sight, not expecting such a serious guy to do something like that.

It all went downhill from there.

You panicked when you saw your former friend, Sharon Carter, sitting at a table across the room. You knew that Sharon has had her eyes on Brock Rumlow for a while—since first grade to be exact. It evaded your mind until you saw her. You knew then and there the mistake you had made.

Even if she was no longer your friend, you felt horrible. Sure, she hadn’t been too friendly to you after all the rumours and lies spiralled out of control, but you were better than this. Surely there was some sort of girl code about this kind of thing, right?

“Shit… shit, shit!” you mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” Brock asked, confused at your sudden change in demeanour.

“Sharon is over there!”

“So?”

You huffed. “She’s been in love with you since the first grade.”

“And?”

“She’s my best friend.”

“I thought you two weren’t speaking anymore.”

“We’re not, but that doesn’t mean that she’s not my best friend or that I should be out with you.”

Brock frowns. “Her and I don’t have anything in common.”

“And you and I do?” This was such a bad idea. That was the mantra playing on repeat in your mind. This was a horrible, terrible idea.

“Yeah.” His voice wavered, cracking a bit. You could see his brain scrambling to come up with anything.

“Like what?”

“Like… I hate Kae too.”

You rolled your eyes. Kaecilius. The man that hated you from day one—ever since one of his Zelots—what they called themselves—overheard you talking to Sharon in the bathroom. A religious self-centred prick that thought his ways were better than everyone else’s. Nobody’s liked him.

You scoffed, “If that’s our connection, I should just date the entire school.”

“Haven’t you?”

That right there. It should have been a warning to you. But you just shook your head, brushing it to the back of your mind to focus on something more important: getting out of there undetected.

Before even eating your food, you managed to convince Brock to leave. It wasn’t soon enough because Sharon saw you. Alone with Brock. On a date.

The betrayal on her face hit you like a punch to the stomach. What even was your life anymore?

You both rushed out of the restaurant. Tears were threatening to escape from your eyes, but you willed them away.

“I’m sorry about that,” you apologised, walking to the car. You opened the door to get in, but Brock shut it before it even got halfway open.

“Uh, I’ve got something for you.”

You tilted your head, hoping it was something romantic.

He flicked up an orange gift card. “Two hundred dollars to The Home Depot,” he said with a big smile on his face.

Your face crumpled in confusion before the realisation set in.

This wasn’t a date. No. Of course, it wasn’t. Not really. It was a way to get you to–

“Bam,” he said, all smug. As if he has done something.

“I didn’t realise this was a–“ Now the tears really were starting to form. You didn’t listen as he explained himself. You didn’t care enough to hear what he had to say. You didn’t care because once you finally thought someone had shown an interest in you, it blew up in your face. Hell, maybe you’ve deserved it. Going along with all these rumours. It was bound to bite you in the ass one way or another.

You took a breath, resolving yourself to all the age old question. “So what did we do on this date?”

“Whatever two hundred bucks gets me.”

And with that he leaned in, grabbing your chin to push his lips against yours.

Warning signs flared in your mind. Just what the hell did he think he was doing? You pushed him away. “That’s not really how it works,” you tried to explain.

He wasn’t hearing it. “It’s okay,” he muttered before closing the gap again. You hit his chest, trying to get him off of you.

“Stop!” you cried out, so fucking done with today. “I’m not really having sex with people for money. I’m saying I’m having sex, but I’m not having sex for money.”

You didn’t know what about your explanation was lost on him. How he could listen to that and still continue, maybe he just wasn’t listening in the first place.

He leaned in again, trying to reassure you. And yet again you pushed him away. “Stop! No, no! Stop!”

“What? Come on just relax, babe. It’s alright.”

It was as if he didn’t hear you the first million times you said it. It was as if you didn’t repeatedly push him away. Or maybe he was just dumb enough to continue pursuing you when you clearly didn’t want it.

Whatever the case was, you didn’t care.

So, yet again, you pushed him away. His back hit the car, and you walked away.

“Come on, this is bullshit! I paid you.”

You turned on your heel and flicked the card back at him. “Well now you didn’t.”

He yelled after you, upset that he didn’t get what he wanted. Tears began trickling down your face.

You heard your name being called out, a familiar, friendly voice. You turned around to see Bucky, white button down and all, walking towards you.

“Bucky… hi,” you couldn’t hide the way your voice wobbled even if you wanted to. You saw his fists clenched as he watched Brock’s car skirt away.

“Hey, you alright?”

“What? Oh, yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m fine.”

He frowned, not believing you for a second. The moment you walked in with Rumlow, he was angry. Be it jealousy or knowing you deserved so much better than that prick–probably both—he hated watching you two together. It was wrong.

“You sure?” Bucky frowned. He hated seeing you cry. Especially over some jerk that didn’t deserve you in the first place.

You sniffed, rubbing your nose. This day has been so awful. You just wanted to go to your warm bed, curl up and cry. If god took any liking to you, you wouldn’t wake to see the next day. But why would he after all you had allegedly done?

“I uh, just got off my shift. If you uh needed a ride home,” Bucky offered.

Despite the fact that you had just been harassed by a guy you foolishly thought you could trust, you put your trust in this one. You just hoped Bucky was better. You had no reason to be weary of his offer. He had been nothing but nice to you even when the rumours and lies began their torrent on your life.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“Nah, plus my ma would kick my ass if I left you here alone.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as he chuckled. It was adorable. “Or my sister, or Steve’s ma. Hell, even Steve would try to beat me up.”

Now that was an image. Tiny, little, asthmatic Steve trying to beat up bulky, tall, strong Bucky?

You giggled in spite of yourself. Bucky always seemed to know just what to say.

You both climbed into Bucky’s car before he took off. It was silent for the most part, letting you think back to everything that had happened today.

You watched Bucky as his hands gripped onto the steering wheel. His mouth was set in a heavy frown, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“What’s up, Buck?” You tried your best to sound like Brock’s actions hadn’t bothered you as much as they had.

He sighed, glancing at you for all but a second. He rolled up to a red stoplight and used that moment to look you in the eye.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Hmm? Oh, Brock? No, no, no. Not physically anyway.”

His eyes searched your face. He was clearly distraught. “I’m sorry.”

“What? Why?”

“I didn’t get out there soon enough, if I just got outta there sooner he wouldn’t have… and you wouldn’t have had to–”

“Light!” you nudged him.

“Right! Sorry.”

“And hey, it’s not your fault, Bucky.”

Bucky’s knuckles were white as snow. He was clenching his jaw so hard, you worried he might damage his teeth. “He wouldn’t listen to you. You said no. Multiple. Times.”

Your heart ached because you knew Bucky wasn’t going to let this go. Because he actually cared. His eyes stayed on the road, and you were surprised the asphalt didn’t spontaneously combust into flames with the ferocity behind his glare.

“But I got away, I’m okay.”

“And what if you didn’t, huh? What if I was too late? You deserve so much better, you hear me?”

You didn’t even realise he was staring right at you until you looked back at him. You were stopped at a stop sign. With no one behind you, he didn’t feel any need to keep driving.

His face morphed into pure horror as the tears began rolling down your face. You looked away from him again, to your lap this time.

“‘M sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to yell, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head and laughed. What even was Bucky Barnes? And why the hell was he always so inherently good?

“Bucky,” you sniffed, “I’m not upset about you yelling. I’m… It’s just… you, you care? About me?”

His brows furrowed. “Well, of course I do. You’re a great person. Your sweet and smart—”

“Why are you doing this?”

“What?”

“Come on. You’ve heard the rumours, James. You aren’t living under a rock and you’re not stupid.”

“Exactly, so I’m not stupid enough to believe the lies being spread around. What I can’t seem to figure out, however, is how you got mixed up in all of this.”

“It’s a really long story.”

Bucky shrugs, “I’ve got nowhere to be.”

That is how you and Bucky ended up on top of a nearby cliff, sitting on the hood of Bucky’s car, eating snacks you got from a gas station. You told him most of the details to your unfortunate series of events that led to this moment. Bucky only stopping you every once in a while to ask questions or make threats to anyone that he claimed deserved it.

You felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. The best part of it was, you actually thought that Bucky believed you. He held no judgement and was a total sweetheart the entire time—well, besides the times when he teased you. But even then it was all in good fun.

You shouldn’t have expected anything less from the guy that was a complete teddy bear once you peeled back his intimidating layers. He was a good man, through and through. Nothing and no one could take that away from him.

When you finished, you leaned back to look at the stars. “If I ran away and changed my name, would you come with me?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know if that’s the best course of action to take.”

“What else can I do, Bucky? You’ll be the only person that believes me!”

“Maybe I’m the only person that needs to.”

“Yeah, right. What if my supposed sex life gets passed around so that everyone knows about it. Employers? Schools? The government? I’ll be screwed!”

“Why would the government care?” he guffawed.

“I don’t know, okay! Stop laughing at me, you jerk! This is a serious crisis.”

“Okay, sorry! Sorry!”

“It’s hard to believe you’re sorry when you’re still laughing.”

He calmed down enough to stop his laughter. “Look, you and I both know this won’t go away overnight. You did dig yourself into a pretty deep hole. I don’t know how we’re going to fix it, we just will, okay?”

“Okay, and what’s in it for you?”

He hummed, taking his eyes off of the stars to look at you. “Well… I get to help you. Maybe I’d get to spend more time with you too.”

“And why would you want that?” You look down at him, surprised to find him staring back at you.

He shrugs before looking back at the sky. “You’re pretty cool.”

“Mhm, and did you make this assessment before or after all these rumours started?”

“Way before.” He looks back at you. “Maybe that night I wasn’t ready for my first kiss. The night you covered for me, and you didn’t get anything out of it. You just did it out of the goodness in your heart.”

“I… didn’t think you’d remember that…”

“Of course, I remember. I’m practically kicking myself right now for not actually kissing you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He hummed his agreement. Your heart beat faster as his eyes dropped to your lips only momentarily. If you had blinked, you would’ve missed it.

He cleared his throat and got up. You followed after him, frowning as he took a deep sigh. “What’s wrong?”

He looked back at you, anguished. “Sorry, I didn’t mean… I’m trying to do this right, y’know. I don’t want to pressure you or anything and this is all wrong.”

“I’m not following,” you cut his ramblings short.

“I’ve… I’ve liked you for a long time… I just didn’t say anything because… well, as Steve put it, I’m too chicken shit.” He chuckled. “I should’ve done it sooner, I guess.”

You didn’t know how to respond. You were speechless. You wondered just how different your life would be if he had confessed sooner. The fact that he felt anything for you at all was… it was… you didn’t even know.

“God, this is the worst possible time to tell you. I’m such an idiot! I’m so sorry, just forget I said anything.”

“What… what if I like you too?”

Bucky froze. All of him hoped that would be your response. Truly. But he didn’t want to take advantage of you. You had just gotten done with what was probably the shitiest date of your life. You had been ostracised by everyone else. And he was the only one who held an olive branch to you. It wasn’t fair to you.

“I… I can’t… not in my right mind would I ever dream of taking advantage of you like this.”

Your face twisted. “Take advantage? Bucky, how can you take advantage of me if I like you back?”

He sighed. “You’re not thinking straight. I’m just the first guy who wasn’t a complete dickwad to you, so naturally you would like me.”

“Bucky, stop. I have liked you… for a lot longer than I care to admit. This isn’t me being desperate for any positive human connection. I genuinely like you.”

He bit his lip, looking so conflicted it hurt. You wanted to ease his worries. He shouldn’t feel that way. Not when you truly cared about him and have for a while. You’d like to think you deserved something good in your life. And if that good just so happened to be named Bucky? Well… who were you to deny it?

You advanced toward him, looking into those pale, stormy blue eyes. He said your name, a warning tone lying underneath every syllable.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I won’t push any further,” you murmured. You were so close to him you could feel the heat from his furnace-like body. He stared into your eyes, thinking about how damn lucky he was to have such a beautiful view tonight.

“You sure you want this?” Bucky just had to ask. He needed to be sure. He didn’t even know what this was. It could be just a simple kiss, maybe a one-night stand, or, if he dared to hope, a relationship. Whatever it was, he would take it. He would be grateful for the chance to hold you, to kiss your lips and maybe more.

“Have I not made it clear enough yet?” You smirked at him. Bucky’s tongue wet his lips, a moment you traced with your eyes. He was gorgeous.

His hands cupped your face as he leaned in. You both closed your eyes as your lips met. You let him take the lead, not one hundred percent certain what you were doing.

Most people when looking back on their first kiss, regale about how horrible it was. How awkward it was and how terrible it panned out.

You were not most people.

It was easy to follow Bucky’s lead as his lips moved against yours. You hoped you were doing good with your first kiss. You hoped he liked it. Because you really liked being kissed by him.

When you broke apart for air, you opened your eyes to see him grinning like a love-sick fool. It was so endearing that you pulled him into another quick kiss.

“I never thought I’d get to do that,” Bucky murmured against your lips. They were still held in an impossibly adorable smirk that made your insides melt.

You knew right then and there, you wanted him to be your first. Your first everything. Your first kiss, your first real date (because you sure as hell weren’t counting the shitstorm from earlier as your first date), your first boyfriend, your first lover.

“I really like ya, doll. Maybe we should do this again sometime?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out, “maybe I can skip the awful date next time though.”

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind… next time you could have a nice date. With a pretty nice fella if I do say so myself. He can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but he’ll treat ya right.”

You smirked. “‘S that so? Maybe I’ll just have to go on that date and see for myself.”

He smiled even wider. You didn’t think it was possible. “Really? Does that mean you’d wanna go on a date with me?”

“Yes, you buffoon. I thought you were supposed to be a lady’s man.”

“Hey now,” he chided, “weren’t we just having a conversation about how awful rumours could be?”

You chuckled with him as he pulled you into his arms. He pressed a gentle kiss into your hair.

“I think we should get back before my parents send out a search party.”

He laughed and agreed. Bucky drove you back to your house. Instead of curling up and crying in your bed, you ended up smiling like a lovesick fool until sleep overcame you.

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Thirteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, (tooth rotting fluff), angst, swearing, alcohol consumption mentioned, drug consumption mentioned not detailed, smut so 18+ only, no minors, p in v, dirty talk, mild breeding kink, mentions of overstim, slight jealous bucky, all the sex is consensual, hollywood politics, are feather and bucky catching a break in this chapter? yes maybe? i think they are, also i want to put yelena and reader in one room so they can sort of this mess of their friendship i caused, whoops, i hope ya'll enjoy the chapter! more fluff at the end!

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Twelve|| Chapter Fourteen

HEADLINES:

Steve Rogers Spills The Beans On His and Author Y/N’s Relationship: ‘She’s Spoken For By Someone’

Who Has The Elusive Author Dated? A List Of Her Boyfriends and Here Is What They Have To Say About Her! Psst It’s Not All That Great (Oops!)

Sharon Carter Brings Attention To Herself and Brock Rumlow As They Shamelessly Flirt On Screen During His Interview on HYDRA’s News Hour

Dolores Is Bright And Early On ITIMYIMDO Set As Filming Commences Looks Like Rehab Did Her Good

The set is quiet as the scene with the programmed lights is set up. You watch in awe as they bring one of your favourite scenes written by you to life.

Bucky watches you, his eyes full of love and adoration at the way you admire the lights.

It was one of the chapters he had heavily annotated in your book.

Currently there weren’t people on set. Only Wanda was taking B roll footage of the lights alone. So he was standing closer to you. Basking in the way it felt to be around you. In front of people. The core team knew about the two of you.

Bucky had wanted to stop hiding away from being known as yours.

Sam had suggested slowly easing into it since the media could taint everything. A friendly hug here and a few public interactions there. A few planted interview questions that Bucky would genuinely answer and then the chance for the two of you to announce it to the world or allow people to keep speculating and be together privately.

“This was one of my favourite chapters.” Bucky walks over to you, the smile never leaving his face, eyes crinkled at the sides. Watching the way the light catches in your eyes makes them seem even brighter.

You look away from the lights to him. He stands close, smiling down at you. Your cheeks heat, recalling how that particular chapter went.

He was ready for his part as Rhys, bionic arm doffed for the scene. You admire the way he carries himself, your eyes linger over his shoulder.

“Doesn’t hurt, Feather.” He assures. You take a deep breath.

“It was your favourite?” You ask, trying to keep your voice even.

“Yes, I particularly enjoyed how you rectified their song’s memory and gave them the opportunity to dance to it amongst the other parts of the chapter.” He grabs your hand, the lights begin twinkling again.

He looks behind you for a moment, then music begins to play, Taylor Swift’s Daylight. You hear the door to set shut.

You’re pulled against him, your arms resting around his shoulders.

“Rhys and Doll have Stargazing, we have this song.” His blue eyes gleam in the light, you want to sink into them.

“James.” You laugh as he twirls the two of you, taking the lead on the dance. He says nothing, moving the two of you through the music and its tempo changes.

“I don’t want to look at anything else, now that I saw you.” He sings for you.

You cup his cheek, smiling at him, your heart bursting with love for him.

“I don’t want to think of anything else now that I thought of you.” He grins, twirling you outward and pulling you back to him. Arm now around your waist.

The lights get brighter and then slowly fade.

His smile doesn’t falter, being able to enjoy this moment with you wholeheartedly without worrying about you thinking adversely about his lost arm.

“I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night.” He presses his lips to your forehead.

“And now I see daylight.” He leans in, forehead touching yours.

“I only see daylight.” You sing to him.

His cheeks tinge pink, “And I can still see it all,”

“In my mind, all of you, all of me.” You giggle as you move closer. His hand moves to hold yours, “Intertwined,” He squeezes your hand.

“I once believed, love would be black and white.” He says not singing, “But it’s you.”

“You’re my golden daylight, Feather.”

The song keeps playing, you stare up at him. The set faded away. His hand leaves your hand after placing it on his shoulder.

Then he grasps your waist, slowly moving up to the back of your neck, gently his thumb strokes the skin of your jaw.

You sigh, eyes closing as he leans in closer, your head tilted back and pulled closer. His lips brush against yours, once, twice. Bucky sighs contentment filling him when he feels your lips against his own.

Your fingers grasping his shirt, hand cupping his jaw. Bucky marvels at the way your tenderness with him seeps into everything you do, the way your lips move against his, the way you’re able to show your love to him just by your touch alone.

He almost, almost feels bad for keeping what he’s up to from you. In due time you would know.

The kiss parts, your cheeks heat as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck shyly. You can feel the rumble of his soft laughter followed by the kiss to your forehead.

The song ended a while ago, yet the two of you do not part. Murmurs gain volume outside. You sigh, Bucky squeezes you close to him before the two of you step away at the same time.

The doors of the set open, you stare up at the lights again.

“Only actors on set.” Natasha orders, you give Bucky another smile before walking towards the producer’s area.

Maria gives you a smile and Nick acknowledges you with a nod.

Wanda moves over to Nat, showing her the B roll footage. You look down at your phone. Once filming commences you would slip to the producer corner and write the pending chapters. The three week deadline is now nearing two weeks.

Bucky catches your gaze when Dolores walks in on set, somewhat on time. The crew moves to put the finishing touches on the set.

Natasha calls for positions, the music track begins, this time it’s Rhys and Doll’s song.

Dolores moves through the scene, you watch Bucky only, the way he moulds himself into Rhys. Bringing him to life, it’s spectacular how it all occurs.

The laughter he causes with his goofy dancing around. You have to will yourself not to make a louder sound.

Maria beats you to it and Natasha has to yell, “Cut.”

Bucky laughs as well, cheeks flushed.

The scene is reset building up to the next part.

Dolores begins messing up her lines, the little bottle in her hand between takes isn’t water, everyone knows.

As the set is then made to be a closed one for the sex scene. Only the core team on board. She’s slurring her words and stumbling as she moves to wrap her hands around Bucky.

He shifts off the set lines looking at Natasha. Her lips press into a thin line.

“Dolores, you cannot be drinking.” Natasha says very calmly.

“You shut the fuck up and film, I’m going to have sex with this ex of mine. Not the first time post breaking up is it?” She blows a kiss to Bucky.

“I’m not shooting this scene with you or rather any intimate scenes with you if you’re not sober.” He warns her.

“I agree.” Natasha shakes her head at the actress.

Dolores turns to look at you with narrowed eyes, “Tell him to shoot it.”

“I am not forcing anyone—,”

“I’ll tell Alexander.” She sing-songs, eyes glassy as she smirks when you still. She knew.

“Dolores.” Bucky steps towards her, “I am not comfortable with you being drunk and filming scenes like this—,”

“Oh hush. Producers can make us do anything can’t they? Go on vote for the scene to continue, Executive Producer Y/N.” Dolores giggles, then her eyes move to Natasha.

“Aw, did you want a say?” She coos at the director.

“Isn’t my call, apparently.” Natasha shrugs the remaining crew then turns to you and Maria. Nick had stepped out not wanting to intrude on the scene.

“We aren’t filming unless Dolores is sober for all scenes.” You look at all of them then Maria.

“Agreed.” She declares.

“Alright then,” Natasha says, “We set up for the scene with Loki and Bucky facetiming. Scene 73. Dolores get yourself sobered up.”

Dolores sneers, then turns to you, in a moment she’s in front of you.

Bucky begins moving towards the two of you. He steps gaining momentum as he realises what is about to happen.

Her hand is raised, “You little bitch!” She yells, her hand coming down towards your face.

Your stupor breaks and you shuffle to the side to avoid being hit.

Her hand swerves across thin air, as you keep yourself backed away against the wall.

Bucky and Natasha move towards you. Worry on their faces; Maria raises her walkie-talkie calling in security.

“I’m going to make Alex—Alexander, ruin, ruin you!” She warns as her assistant and security hold her and escort her outside.

You stay backed against the wall.

“I am going to conduct a full security check of all electronic devices. If even a peep of this goes out. Hell fire will rain down upon each person.” Maria declares, looking at the scarce crew on set.

Everyone nods, Natasha moves towards you then stops herself. Bucky trudges on forward.

“Feather,” He’s about to reach to cup your face with his palm.

You shift away from him. There is an echo in your mind of the stinging slaps you endured.

His palm remains frozen in air, eyes wide, “Feather?”

No. No. No. No. No. You want to wail. They can’t have taken your source of comfort from you, “I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologise.” He stays away, not moving close.

“I’m sorry.” Your hand reaches for his, intertwining your fingers.

“Bucky.” You both look at Maria, the set now emptied out, “Take her out, back to your trailer, I’ll send the interns with fresh call times.”

Bucky nods, looking at you. You nod. Thanking her, the two of you make your way to his trailer.

Sam and Yelena are pacing, they only pause when they see the two of you enter. Word spread fast because Dolores couldn’t stop screaming about the entire ordeal.

Bucky phad his arm around you. Over the walk from the set, you had begun to cling onto him more. Needing him closer.

“Do you want to don your arm?” Sam questions, Bucky looks down at you. You begin to pull away, Bucky’s grip on you tightens.

“Later.” He says, leading you to the couch.

Yelena regards you, the previous week’s ordeal with her being cold towards you and your explanation. The two of you hadn’t spoken on a personal level. You did miss her. Missed stopping by her office unannounced and working on your writing while she worked.

The friendship had meant more to you.

Maybe it wasn’t the same to her. You had to make your peace with it.

She watches you rest your head on Bucky’s chest. Tucked against him, she knows you feel protected.

There is knocking against the door.

“It’s Ace.”

“And Loki.”

Sam moves to the door, Ace comes bounding up the steps. Their eyes worriedly glance over you both.

“Y/N?” They call out, you give a small wave.

“I’m okay.” You assure.

Loki meets Bucky’s eyes, the latter nods. The former’s lips press into a thin line. He directs his worry towards you.

“Hi Loki.” You greet, he morphs his worry into a small smile.

“Do you need anything?” He questions, you shake your head.

“I’m so annoyed by her. How is it that she ruins day one back to filming?” Ace complains.

“I think we should give them space and not discuss this anymore.” Yelena pipes up, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

Ace looks at Yelena, their jaw set.

“Right, because talking about things is not a great thing?” They roll their eyes.

Yelena looks at you, your brows are furrowed at Ace.

“I’m just saying talking it out is better than bottling things up.” They explain.

“Um, I’d rather not, Dolores’ thing doesn’t have me shaken up. I just was reminded of something else.” You feel Bucky’s lips press to your forehead. Grounding you yet again.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He murmurs.

You respond by placing a kiss on his jaw. Loki exchanges a glance with Sam. His face still conveys his worry.

Your phone beeps, you groan recognising the alarm.

“What's that?” Loki questions, you retrive the damn device snoozing the alarm.

“Alarm to write. Submission date got preponed so I’ve set random alarms to at least write something when it blares, even if it's shit.” You explain.

“That isn’t your process.” Yelena frowns, not liking that you’ve been taxing yourself.

“It’s the process of writing for this deadline.” You shrug.

Bucky chuckles, “I woke up the other night for water and she was tucked against me with her phone in her hand typing away. Three am and she’s writing.”

You laugh, “Yeah I’m hoping to finish by this week somehow since I want a week to edit after Yelena reviews.”

“Y/N, that's not how you’ve written before.” She says again, you look at her.

“I know but it's how I’m writing now. Deadlines worked with the blog.”

“That was one chapter a week.” She taps the palm of her left hand with the back of her right.

“Y/N you did get burned out on the blog too.” Ace adds remembering the apologetic posts about being on terrible blocks rendering you incapable of writing.

“Thank you!” Yelena scoffs at your reasoning.

You shift, Bucky still keeps his arm around you.

“And what? I’m dividing the remaining chapters the same way. I won’t get burnt out.” You assure. You couldn’t afford to get burnt out, well you were banking on it.

Bucky looks at Sam and Loki, then Ace and Yelena. The two of them don’t buy it, having seen you write for far longer than him.

“Feather…”

“I’m fine, honestly.” You defend too quickly. None of them buy it.

“I’m going to speak to Hydrangeas—HYDRA. They will have to move it—,”

“No, you won't, you've already exhausted the reasons and it has already been a week. I just have the last ten to go.” You don’t tell them your actual plan, only once it would get into the step back you would tell them.

Andy and Matt already knew and you hoped they would not blabber. They were the ones who found and confirmed the loophole for you. You felt bad keeping it from them but it had to be this way.

“If this is about what I said—,”

“No it isn’t.” You cut Yelena off yet again, “I have been neglecting my writing, it's another book that needs to be done. Then I can relax and focus on other projects. It’s already had enough leaks.”

“What if you hit a writer’s block?” She presses again.

Bucky squeezes your arm gently.

“I’ll write through it.” You grit, what was with the sudden concern? She had made it clear she was done.

“Right because that's what produced your best content in the past. It was unreadable.” Yelena quips.

You stand still holding Bucky’s hand. He squeezes it.

“Feather.” He says in warning, requesting you to stay calm.

“I need to call my mom up. She should be done with the first leg of her treatment.” You let go of Bucky’s hand.

Turning to press a kiss to his cheek, “I just,” you whisper to him.

“I know, go, I’ll be out in a minute.” He whispers back.

You leave the trailer, leaving everyone to look at each other in silence.

“She’s up to something.” Yelena says, Bucky’s eyes snap to her.

“Did you have to say that? She’s trying hard enough as it is, with everything else.” He moves to go towards the closet where his arm is placed. The scene with Loki would require him to doff it again, but he needed it right now.

“Oh, you’re a knight in shining armour now is it?” She sneers.

Sam moves ahead to help, “Buck.” He warns.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, a storm brewing in his gaze.

“No, I am not, but I know well enough to reserve my responses. Do you know what happened after she left BW?” Bucky keeps his eyes locked on Yelena, his sleeve folded back exposing the mounting plate.

Yelena clenches her jaw, waiting for him to continue.

Bucky grabs the bionic arm, lining it up. Sam moves back knowing he needs room to move it around.

The familiar click locks the arm into place, it whirs before a circumduction occurs.

“Hayden had to bring her to me, she had a panic attack right from your parking lot to my gym. Do you remember the time? It took her an hour to come to me. An hour she doesn’t remember because she couldn’t breathe because she was under a lot of duress because her best friend wouldn’t listen. You haven’t even apologised for presuming the worst from her. Natasha doesn’t know the bullshit you, however, do.” Bucky’s vibranium fingers flex then extend.

“She’s lost enough Lena. Don’t you think she deserves some slack being cut? Or did you want to know how Dolores threatened her on set?” He scoffs. He walks out as well in search of you, finding you behind the trailers, a familiar spot for several of the actors for some alone time.

You’re on the phone as he approaches. Offering him a smile and he pulls you into a tight hug.

After the ordeal in Bucky’s trailer things with Yelena didn’t change, she only spoke when it was all work related.

The Lit Fest was coming up, the publishing house wanted Steve and you to fuel the dating fire again. Neither you nor Steve were interested in that aspect.

In fact Angel had the idea to have Steve say you were already spoken for in a podcast he was on, which had sent everyone into a frenzy.

Speculation wouldn’t stop. You were honestly tired of it. How celebrities went through this day in and out, you couldn’t fathom.

Bucky had taken it upon himself to stop you from getting too lost into writing. Impromptu date nights at Winnie’s. If your mom couldn’t sleep she would make you watch the TV shows on your laptop only, with her. Bucky and her were in cahoots, you were sure of it.

They pretend not to hear you when you accuse them of their little plan. Solving the puzzle and laughing amongst themselves. You roll your eyes at them before joining in on completing the 500 piece puzzle.

It was as if he was trying to actively prevent burn out for you. You appreciated it, the breaks he would provide would be a saviour.

The only time you were writing uninterrupted was during filming stretches. Sitting in the producer area behind Natasha and Maria, the latter taking your spot with the director now.

You missed it all - the making jokes, noting things down and bouncing ideas off of each other. You tried to not let it get to you. You welcomed it, given how your writing was becoming the primary focus, the longer hours helped you focus better.

Your head buried in your phone, typing away quietly on the phone screen. Four chapters were left. The book was probably on some kind of kick. Even in your worst writing you felt the story was good. Which wasn’t helping your loophole.

You knew how the book would end, writing towards it made it easier. HYDRA was hoping to announce the fourth book’s title during the fest. You had asked for Yelena's opinion but she just shrugged.

Laughter pulls you out of your thoughts. Your gaze moves to Steve, Loki and Bucky joking around off set. Their dynamic had shifted.

The hostility between the three is almost gone. Loki had confided that he still had doubts up on Steve, which was understandable. Bucky’s confided words ring in your mind.

Three Days Ago.

“I’m worried. It’s so easy to play a character, put on an act. Fake a friendship. Fake a fight. Things get ugly. They did between Steve and I. I know right now they seem sort of good but…” He sighs as he trails off, his head resting on your abdomen. Laying between your legs, the fingers of your right hand running through his hair as his left hand caresses your forearm.

“It is hard to trust anyone let alone a lost then found friendship.” You smile as he looks up at you.

“Would I stupid to trust him again? I miss him, I feel Loki would feel offended too.” Bucky doesn’t understand why all this seems so trivial amongst everything else ongoing in your lives.

It ate away at him how he felt he wasn’t being a good friend.

“James, you’re reconnecting with a lost friend. Reminiscing over memories and lost time. You won’t lose a friend because you gained another. It may feel like that because maybe it happened that way with Loki. You found your best friend in him after Steve.”

“I’m grateful for Loki. I really am, I miss that mischief maker, the together shoot schedules now have made it better. I just… I miss Steve too. We went through so much.” He brings your hand towards his lips kissing it, azure eyes move away from you.

“I know, why don’t you talk to Loki? You guys haven’t spoken about anything other than the mess, he probably misses you too. You can speak to him about your turmoil with Steve and your reblooming friendship. He’s a smart and mature guy. I'm sure he won’t be as harsh as you may be fearing.” Your advice has him hum.

“You wouldn’t be stupid to trust him. You both know the truth now. It doesn’t excuse his behaviour at all, just explains it. You were hurting,” Your hand brushes over where the metal arm meets his body, “Some nights I know you still are, it's okay, it's okay to be cautious, to be wary. It’s okay to choose to trust him again. You can speak to him about your fears too.”

Bucky shifts, turning to face you, moving up. He’s holding himself up with one arm. His left hand moves to cup your cheek, stroking the skin.

“I love you.” He whispers, a smile on his face, “I can’t imagine my life without you. Don’t know how I went by without you for this long.” Your skin heats, it makes him grin wider. “Probably without paying the girlfriend stealing clothes tax.” He beams again. Smug asshole.

“I love you too. I think you were missing a piece and now it all makes sense.” You laugh at your cheesy line,

“Also I think you love me wearing your clothes.” You giggle when he bites his lip, eyes moving to the old jumper you’ve stolen (borrowed).

Bucky has your laughter quelled by his lips on yours, you sink in with him.

When Bucky allows you to pull away from him, you’re breathing hard. Hips flush against yours, a leg wrapped around his hips. You whimper as he grinds against you.

Things had gotten better for you, random touches weren’t anxiety inducing. Both of you had begun to explore more of each other. Seeking out now without fearing shutting down.

“James–,” You preen, he repeats the movement but harder, “B-baby.” your voice a rasp. He groans, nipping at your bottom lip.

“I want to show you off, I want to tell the world your mine. Fucking tired of keeping us under wraps.” He urges, nudging your jaw with his nose, your head tilts, allowing his lips to move along your neck.

He marks the skin of your shoulder, your legs wrap around him.

“Need you, James.” Your whimper has him lose his mind.

Carefully crafted control being lost, unravelled by you. He loved it when you used his name. It urged him on, wanting to cause you to spill it from your soft lips again and again.

“You’re so beautiful, Feather.” He groans when your hips arch seeking him, pleading him.

“J-James.”

He meets the plea of his name with a plea of yours. Your fingers tug on his t-shirt. Breaking away it is discarded to the floor, your top follows its path. The way his warm mouth causes goosebumps across your skin.

Lips wrap around your nipple, hardening the nub. He bites down lightly making you cry out. Your fingers tangled with his hair. Soft moans and gasps filling his living room.

Bucky looks at you, admiring the way his placed lovebites begin to darken and bloom across your skin. Tongue licking the underside of your breasts and then blowing over the heated skin.

Your jeans come off next.

He stares at the soaked panties, drinking in the magnificent sight before him, “All this for me, Feather?”

Thumbs massaging your thighs, you can only whimper in confirmation. Your hands trace over his body, lips seeking his skin.

Bucky senses your hesitation when you don’t nip at his flesh or claim it.

“Mark me as yours, Feather. Make me yours, only yours.” His words accompany him locking your limbs with his, hands wrap around your back, yours around his shoulders. He falls back, effortlessly you’re now above him.

Straddling him, the material of his jeans straining against him and rubbing over you. You watch him, sensing for any hesitation.

“Baby, if you don’t let me know how your written male characters feel, being marked by their girls. I will be very upset.” He cups your face, seriousness lacing every word.

“You do know how they claim their men.” You tease, hands moving over him as your lips finally follow. You suck at his skin. Marking him and moaning at the way his skin tastes.

“I’m going to make every fantasy of yours come true. And more, I have to give you inspiration don’t I?” His teasing cuts off into a loud moan when the tip of your tongue swirls around his nipple before you bite down, tugging before repeating the action.

“You’re my muse, James. Have been for so long.” Your admission is met by a whimper, “I may have had a version of you in my mind, but you?” You trail kisses down his abdomen, then back up.

“You’re beautiful, kind, funny, so absolutely stunning, You... You’re everything to me. You surpass every thought I’d ever had about you. Every creative thought put to shame compared to you.” You place kisses along the scars of his shoulder.

“Feather.” He pleads, the way you’re doting on him.

“Yes, my muse?” you chuckle at his eagerness. He feels himself grow harder.

“Fuck, why is that so hot?” He lets out a breathless laugh.

“Where do you want my mouth, my muse?” You watch the way the flush spreads over his chest, his cheeks, and he meets your eyes. Just a thin ring of blue.

“On mine,” He answers and you bring your lips back to his own. Bucky’s hands and yours sloppily get rid of his jeans and boxers. He cups your ass, the fabric of your panties twists in his vibranium hand and tears.

You gasp into the kiss, the vein of his cock pressed against you. Being coated in your arousal. The feeling is erotic. Your walls clench in anticipation, clit pulsing with need.

“Feather, I want to take my time, but,” He groans as you shift over him, coating his length as you grind on his cock.

“Don’t, James, please just, want to think of nothing but you, want to feel nothing but you. Please, my muse.”

The deep timber of his moan only fuels the fire of your need. Hands grip your waist, you lift yourself, his cock now in your hand as you help him in guiding you over him.

Slowly he helps you sink down on him. You close your eyes as the stretch stings.

“So good Feather, oh baby you feel that? The way you stretch so pretty around me?” Bucky groans, lifting you back up then having you sink down further.

Despite the stretch the pleasure begins taking over as Bucky guides you to ride him. Your hands on his chest, right below his collar bones. Nails digging in as you increase your pace and alter between grinding on him.

Bucky’s kiss bitten lips are parted, sweat slicked skin and an ethereal glow. Thin azure watches you drinking you in, the way you are a goddess above him. Oh he would worship you. He will.

The coil tightens in your belly when Bucky’s thumb begins to circle your clit, your nails rake down his chest. You want him to cum with you. Bucky wants you to make a mess on him first.

“Lean over, Feather.” You follow what he says, his stubble grazes your breasts, mouth then finding your nipples and then sucking on them. Your walls squeeze his cock.

“Oh you fucking love that don’t you?”

You only give a high pitched keen as he does it again.

“James— close–,” You moan again at the way he’s causing you to unravel for him.

“You want to know something, Feather?” He says out of breath, fuck he wouldn’t last long with the way you’re wrapped around him. Your walls are spasming, aching to milk him for everything he has to give you.

“Bucky–,” Your head is thrown back at a deeper thrust against a spot, “James–,” You’re calling to him, needing him to ground you. To lift you up. Need him. Your hands move to his shoulders.

“Feather,” Bucky seeks you out before the white hot pleasure begins to take over. He loves how his names are a moulded prayer from your lips, you’re ethereal. He watches the droplet of sweat roll down your body, between the valley of your breasts. He reaches up, tongue capturing the droplet, tracing its path to your throat.

You respond with a moan, everything is just him, touch, sight, scent, taste.

“You’re my muse, baby.” He says the words and you moan louder, the coil snapping as your back arches.

“You’re my muse.” He repeats as your hand intertwines with his, your lips reaching for his, your walls spasm tightening around him. Bucky’s moans are a prayer to you right onto your tongue.

You take him so well, as he fills you up. The primal part of him is loving how you sink down deeper. Aftershocks run through you and him. Panting filling the room. The kiss broke apart. Bucky sits up slowly, still inside you.

“James.” You cry out for him.

“Shh, shh, I got you, I’ve got you.” His hand soothes your hair, he manoeuvres the two of you to lay sideways on the large sectional. Still connected to you.

Your skin is thrumming with Bucky all over you. Kisses, praises, soothing touches. This wasn’t physically exhausting. The emotional aspect taking the two of you under.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your fingers rubbing soft circles through his hair.

“I love you.” You rasp. He kisses your head.

“I love you.” He places another kiss.

“You are my muse.” He repeats, your walls clench around him.

“I–,”

“If you try to dispute my declaration I will be very angry.” Bucky warns, a light spank to your asscheek.

“I wasn’t–,”

“Feather.”

“Fine. Maybe. I won’t now okay? I believe you.”

“Good girl.” He says then moans feeling you clench around him, “Fuck.”

“Sorry,” You bite his collarbone playfully, “I have a lot of um, kinks.”

“So do I, we’re facilitating one of them.” He squeezes your side.

“Breeding?” You’re answered with a twitch of his cock and a light thrust.

“We have a lot to discover, Feather. Your blog had quite a bit of insight.” He teases.

“Oh god, what did you read?” You’re never looking at him again.

“Kinktober was fun to read.” He giggles, actually fucking giggles.

“James.” You whine.

“Overstimulation is something I want to explore. Didn’t like how you wrote it with Steve’s character.”

“Hey, Ari is a six foot four bear, we love him.” You defend, looking up at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’m more cuddly than Steve.”

“Not more than Ari.” You tease, loving how it was riling him up.

“We’re trying overstimulation now. I need you to forget everything but me.” He narrows his eyes, fingers tweaking your nipple in warning.

“James.” You warn.

“Sit on my face?” He counters, “Wanna know how you taste marked as mine.”

“Insatiable.” You kiss his jaw.

“Only for you.” He says, smiling and kissing your forehead.

Present.

Bucky looks up at you from their corner, sending a beaming smile your way. Pulling you out of your thoughts, you shift in your seat. Your thoughts had gone to the smuttier side.

Your boyfriend raises a brow, you have a look on your face. One he recognises and then he smirks cockily.

You look back down at your phone, avoiding his darkeing gaze and the way your cheeks heat you might just start a fire.

From: Yelena Belova

-Forwarded from HYDRA Publications-

Dear Ms. Y/L/N,

This email is in regards to your attendance to the literary festival. We would like to inform you that your upcoming release shall be announced at the fest before your signing and interaction time.

We hope to have your manuscript reach us at the earliest.

Ecstatic to work with you as always.

Best Regards,

Gideon Malick

Editor In Chief

HYDRA Publications

-End of Forward-

Y/N,

I hope you have the last few chapters only remaining.

-Yelena

You reply to the email, attaching the completed chapters file, password protecting it.

From Y/N:

Hey Yelena,

Thanks for letting me know, I have about 4 chapters to go well, 2 and a half.

Should have it reach you by this weekend, sending you chapters one through twenty six.

Thanks,

Y/N.

“Y/N?” You look up and Ace is standing in front of you.

“Hey.” You smile at them.

“Hey, could you run lines with me? It's for the scene where they have to pack in stealth mode and are having banter.”

Your eyes move to Natasha, she’s talking to Maria.

“I cleared it with Natasha.” They add, you nod. Putting your phone away then following Ace onto set.

The suitcase is placed in the centre clothes strewn across the floor.

Bucky, Steve and Loki pause what they are doing. Choosing to watch the scene instead.

“So the whole finding appropriate clothes and all I want to pack for you are skimpy clothes.” Ace laughs holding a piece of lingerie up.

You laugh, “When I wrote that I didn’t realise it would ever be in a movie.”

Bucky smiles seeing you from afar.

“Damn you’re in love.” Steve comments, voice low.

“How can he not be?” Loki adds.

“I want forever with her.” Bucky blurts before his eyes widen.

Loki grins, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I call dibs on best man.”

Steve gives a knowing smile, “So you found her then?”

Loki pauses as Steve’s words register.

“Wait, you were serious about leaving the industry?” Loki whispers, they watch Wanda sneakily filming the scenes of Ace and you laughing and behaving as though bantering best of friends.

“She’s a natural.” Steve comments.

“She is, we haven’t told her yet.” Bucky reminds.

“No wait, Bucky.” Loki blinks several times.

“I will. I meant what I said, plus I’ve earned enough to keep my family and well future family happy and invested well enough for security. I was always going to leave acting once I found my ‘the one’.” He smiles at his best friend.

Loki looks towards you once again, then back at his best friend,“I believe wholeheartedly you both are going to be very happy.” He says making Bucky beam brightly.

Steve pats Bucky’s shoulder, “Happy for you buddy.”

Dolores walks in and you move towards where the three are standing. The men all have beaming smiles. Loki and Steve are looking at you with almost glassy eyes.

“Uh?” You look at them then at Bucky.

“They’re just emotional over the script.” He explains, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch lingers, you lean into his fingertips.

“My heart.” Loki says, you look at him with your nose scrunched in confusion.

“Why do you sound like me when I gush over book couples?” You ask, Steve laughs, little did you know.

Loki just envelopes you in a hug. Your arms wrap around him, “You okay buddy?”

“I’m just simply happy to have you in my life.” He says, your heart warms.

“I’m happy you’re in my life too, Lokes.”

Natasha calls everyone into their places and the lights are adjusted. Loki pulls away from the hug.

Bucky wraps his arm around you pulling you to his chest and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Placing a kiss to your skin. You bite your lip to not giggle.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You whisper.

“Action!” Natasha’s voice has all of you turn and watch the scene acted out as you had moments before.

Two days later your last page of the manuscript reads ‘The End’ in a cursive font. You pulled all nighters while Bucky had to go out of state for a photoshoot and interview. His flight would be landing in the morning. You were aching to have him back in your arms.

Emailing the ‘as much as you could edit’ manuscript to Yelena you sigh, then decide on sending the file to Bucky as well. You close your laptop lid very happily. The book was the trainwreck you wanted it to be. Alpine curls up on your stomach the warmth from your laptop having your clothes heated just right for her. Her chirps of protest when you try to move have you sit that way for fifteen minutes before she looks up at you with her little cute blue eyes.

Your mom’s asleep as you hold Alpine and move around checking everything and securing the door. Deciding on a snack you head back to the couch. Alpine’s liquid treat emptied into her bowl. The TV is showing some home improvement show to fill in the silence. You watch it for a few minutes till your snack is done.

Alpine curls near your feet, checking the time it’s four a.m.. Slowly sleep begins to pull at you. Exhaustion crashing in, you decide to sleep on the small sofa in your mom’s room. As the caffeine wears off, you want to be within hearing distance of her.

Incessant knocking opens pulls you out of your dancing along the edge of sleep. You blink thinking it is your imagination, your phone tells you it's just four fifteen. The knocking comes in again. You grab your phone, and the baseball bat from behind the coat rack.

911 is pressed ready to be called, you check the peephole.

“Fucking hell?” You want to go back to sleep. You can’t with this shit. Were you dreaming?

“Open up.” The visitor urges, knocking again.

Alpine hisses, her tail puffed up. Ears twitching. You undo the bolts and allow the hood clad figure to slip in, she pushes her hood down. Red hair falling out of the ponytail.

Alpine hisses again at Dolores.

“Oh please, I didn’t like you either.” She mumbles to the cat.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” You warn.

“Fine, now, listen. I think we can help each other.” She says grinning, opening a small bottle of liquor.

“Uh… Do you need to always keep drinking?” You ask, wondering how deep of an issue it is for Dolores.

“Thank fuck it’s just alcohol and not drugs, those would make me age horribly. Never do drugs, recreational weed is okay.” Dolores sits on the couch. You blink at her, then down at Alpine who still glares at Dolores.

“She never approved of me for her dad.” Dolores narrows her eyes at the furball that you adore.

“Okay, can you get to the point? Why are you here at this godforsaken early hour?” You ask, watching as she downs the mini bottle without flinching at the taste.

“I want to take Alexander down.” She says casually.

“I don’t think I’m the right person–,”

“So four or five weeks ago, he didn’t call you under false pretences to a meeting and he doesn’t have compromising photos of you? Nor does he threaten you with those pictures and possibly pictures he has of other people you care about?” She raises a brow.

You remain quiet, “Keep your voice down, I don’t want my mother knowing any of this.”

Dot presses her index finger to her lips.

“Now, are you an illegal gal or legal gal? Your books scream morally grey but I think you’re real uptight in the real world aren’t you?” She giggles.

“Dolores.” You warn.

“Answer the question, little miss writer.” She urges, leaning forwards, her chin resting on her palm.

You swallow, what the fuck was going on?

“Why are you asking? Do you have multiple routes to go about this revenge plot of yours? Also why me? I’m not the apocalypse of his privileged life.” You cross your arms, the bat still in your hands.

Dolores shakes her head, “Nah, nah, baby girl. I’m the main attraction here, you’re going to be the first domino.”

“Dolores, I cannot help you–,”

“I was paired with Bucky once, for PR. About three or four years ago. He did the mistake most of us do, falling in love.” She retrieves another bottle from her purse.

“Dot… Would you prefer tea… or anything else?”

“Know what, get me coffee? Please, black no sugar?” She puts the bottle back.

You bring a mug and the brewed jar, pouring it for her. She waits for a moment then pours the vodka into it.

You stare at her blankly.

“As I was saying, Bucky fell in love. I wasn’t, I knew this industry well enough. Nepotism baby you must know this, so I knew falling in love was all surface level bullshit. Everyone cheats at some point. Not those two best friends though. Steve and Bucky, god what a pair.” She sighs then hums while taking a sip of coffee.

“Alexander had basically groomed me, earlier on, it was not ugly at that point he was careful. Just praises here and there. Promises of bright futures and fame. Then when I debuted it started, he was giving me drinks, drugs, and the photos. What man I’d pretend to date. While behind closed doors he’d dote on me, for the longest time I thought he loved me.” she stares at the dark liquid.

“When I was PR paired with Bucky, I was in love with Brock. He hates Alexander but tolerates him. Imagine your own uncle coerces you and has life ruining material on you.” She looks up at you.

“Brock is a victim too?” You can’t fathom, pouring yourself coffee in your empty water glass.

“Yes, he is. Bucky walked in on Brock and I. I won't lie, I slept with Bucky too. I had to keep him hooked. That man can act fucking well but when it comes to PR? It's like he cannot pretend.” She snorts out a laugh.

You wince, their PR sure had you fooled, the kisses, looks of longing, and dates. You shake your head, snapping out of it.

“So we had a public messy break up, I moved on with Brock. Then Alexander broke us up. He took away the one person I loved and the one person that loved me back.”

“I’m sorry that happened–,”

“I don’t want your pity.” She glares at you, “I want your help to expose him.”

“He has–,”

“I know what he has, I know how to bypass a lot of it. We’re sleeping together right now. How do you think he got convinced to take me back for your movie adaptation?” She rolls her eyes.

“Now you’re wondering ‘how can I trust Dot’?” She verbalises the burning question.

“Same way I trust anyone else.” You answer, she tilts her head curiously, “Hope for them not to fuck me over.” You smile at her.

“Damn do you ever stop writing?” She runs her fingers through her hair.

It’s your turn to laugh.

“Well, here is to two women who have been fucked over multiple times, trusting eachother not to fuck the other over.” She raises her cup, you raise your glass of coffee.

“Now, what can I do that will make your trust solidify further?” She requests, you purse your lips.

‘Anytime, any day, we’re available, just call the secure line.’ Scott magically produces a card.

“There are two people I want you to meet.” You open the contact on your phone.

“Nice socialising. Didn’t peg that for you.” She sips on her coffee.

The line rings twice, you hear the click.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? Are you in danger?” Scott asks, he sounds like he wasn’t sleeping.

“I’m not but I hope I didn’t wake you?” You wince remembering the still early time.

“No you didn’t, training starts early, what's up?” you hear a sizzle across the line. He was cooking.

“I have someone who is willing to aid our cause.” You look at Dot as she uses the remote to flip through the channels on mute.

“Is she represented by Murdock and Barber?” Scott asks, shit you forgot about that.

“She is,”

“Is she?” Scott catches the waiver of your voice.

“Scott, it's too early for me…” You huff.

“Call Murdock and Barber and then call me back, this line doesn’t keep call records.” He flips the pancakes with ease.

“Thank you.” you cut the call and immediately dial Andy’s number.

“Y/N?” Andy’s voice is full of concern.

“How is everyone awake?” You stare at your watch, were you doing something wrong?

“I was actually awake the whole night, is everything okay?” He questions, using his other phone to message Matt.

“I um, can you take on a client?” You ask, fiddling with your sleeve.

“Who is the client?” He questions, opening the contract draft.

“Dolores…” You say, there is silence on the other line.

“Why?” He questions.

“She wants to take down Alexander, she knows about my pictures… Scott said to have her signed before she’s called in…” you wince hearing his curse.

“You called Scott? Before either Matt or I?” He almost yells.

“It's.. I haven’t slept in two days, okay the book took out more than I expected, alright?” You reason.

Andy pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m sending you a document, ask Dolores to sign every page. Then let me call Scott.”

“Okay, I’m sorry about the whole…”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll take care of it. Are you sure we can trust her?”

You stay silent.

“Answer yes or no.” He prompts.

“I’d be careful.” You respond.

“Alright, don’t tell her anything. Say all you know is your lawyers are finding a way.” He advises.

“Okay.”

“And Y/N?” Andy sighs, “Please tell them about your plan today.”

“I will, I’ve called them over to explain everything. Matt and you be there too okay?”

“We will.” He smiles then bids you goodbye.

You send over the signed documents by email to Andy. Dolores passes out on the triple seater, you curl up on the single seater sofa. Alpine curls up next to your head.

Sleep slowly finds you and for once your dreams show happy glimpses and Bucky is in all of them, right next to you. Stroking his thumb over your index finger, over his favourite tattoo.

You avoid Yelena’s scrutinising gaze and look at everyone else. Steve looks at his twin.

“You knew?” He asks, Andy nods.

“I found–,” Andy huffs as Matt elbows him in the ribs, “We found the loophole.” He corrects.

“Feather, are you sure about this?” Bucky looks up from the manuscript draft you had printed and given him. The book was difficult to read not because it was heavy on topics or anything but because it… it was… well. Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.

“This is utter garbage even for you.” Yelena says stealing his words, “Your bullshit at least was better!”

“It has to be rubbish, if you approve it and we send it very close to the dates they may send it for printing sooner.” You defend.

“It isn’t rubbish… it has good scenes but…” Bucky sighs, he hated to see what you were forced to do.

“There is no other way?” Yelena looks at the lawyers.

“If her sales tank and reviews tank below 2.5 stars for three months post release consecutively then they have to let her go from their roster.” Matt recounts.

“What if people still like it? Dedicated fans won’t stop.” Steve shakes his head, he knew from experience there were people who support every venture. Good or pathetic.

“If we leak the book the night before release. Multiple times, it would hurt physical sales.” You add, “Also no pre ordering, opening two weeks physical books only. We’re using their own clause against them.”

“So what, we're going to email everyone on your newsletter list the leaked copy?” Yelena takes a sip of her drink. She hums, it would help the cause to get you out.

“Yes, we’re going to orchestrate a hacking, the link will lead everyone to the full book instead of a snippet.” You explain.

“Why are you ruining your skill and talent?” Steve rubs a hand tiredly across his face, he turns to Bucky.

Bucky is still looking at you, “You do know this will even hurt your next book, you may be labelled irredeemable. You may not be signed to another publication house, you may not get deals. Have you thought about this?”

Your lips press into a thin line, eyes locked with stormy blues, “It's my only way out of HYDRA’s contract. I can’t have them, I can’t have him hold my work over my head amongst other things.”

“Her quality dwindling can be handled by calling it a difficult year.” Yelena says, Sam nods.

“It would prevent future losses. Even if she decides to go the indie author way.” Sam adds, then looks at Bucky.

“Talk to her.” Steve whispers. Bucky nods.

“Can we speak privately?” He looks at you.

“Yeah…” your nervous fidgeting begins,

Bucky grasps your hand as he makes his way over to you. Leading you to your room.

He closes the door, he takes a deep breath while rubbing circles onto your palms with his thumbs.

“James?” You ask, “Do you not agree?”

“I need to tell you something, I know we haven’t disclosed our relationship publicly, yet. We know how deep our feelings run. You know my fucked up past and yet you chose to see me as I am, I’m grateful that, I am grateful for you.” He pauses, vibranium palm cupping your cheek,

“You mean so much to me.”

“I know this might be too much too soon. However I had thought about it a long time ago. Way before the accident took my arm.” He sighs, gathering courage.

The palm he left, you rest right above his heart. His chest moves with each breath.

“Tell me, I’m here to listen.” You assure him, he gives you a small smile.

“I had decided a long time ago, I would leave filming when I found someone I saw my future with,” he allows you to absorb his words.

“Are you proposing?” You blurt, Bucky laughs.

“Not yet, Feather. You deserve a much, much better way and also I’d be on my knees.” He kisses your forehead.

“What I’m trying to say is, I see a future with you and I believe in a future with you. A future in which I can and will take care of you. No matter the repercussions of the decision you’ve taken, I’m going to be there for you.” He promises.

You understand now, “Thank you. I,” you want to tell him so much.

“Feather, you don’t have to say anything.” He strokes your cheek.

“Winnie’s at sunset, I’ll say yes.” Is what you choose to say to him.

Bucky’s brows furrow then his eyes widen, lips parted followed by a megawatt smile gracing his features. You giggle.

Bucky lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist. His lips on yours, laughter slipping in between, Bucky leads you to your bed, walking backwards.

He sits down, with you straddling his hips, knees on either side of him. He peppers your face with kisses. Amongst your happy laughter and his, the moment wraps around the two of you.

Bucky cups your face, the kisses shared now slow and languid, so full of love.

“I don’t know how you knew I’d propose to you only at Winnie’s.” He chuckles, your fingers running through his hair.

“After seeing that view, I don’t think anywhere else compares honestly.” You kiss his jaw.

Bucky can’t stop smiling nor can you, hearts so very happy and full.

HEADLINES:

Who Is Bucky Barnes’ Reason To Blush? We Asked Him About Love and He Shyly Said He Is In Love Currently.

Fans Losing Their Minds Over Who Could Have Bucky Barnes’ Heart.

Fans Shipping Actor and Author Duo As They Are Spotted Dancing Around During Dinner Outing With Friends

Steve Rogers Signed With Hugo Boss, Here Are The Steamy Pictures

Are They Back Together? Bucky Barnes Comes Out To Support Ex Pal Steve Rogers At Literature Fest

Author Y/N Shares Snippet of Book At Name Unveil, Everyone Waiting Eagerly

HYDRA Acquires Media Rights Of Fourth Book By Author In Tandem With Launch.

A.N.: its about time feather and bucky like did it, also what are you guys thinking about Dolores' change of heart???? Also i wanna apologise for delaying the update, i had a nasty comment come in on one of my one shots and that derailed me as i was writing this chapter. anyways i have decided that im not going to let rude people get me down,

also i will be travelling next saturday for two weeks so i will queue the update, so if you don't want to miss it let me tag you because i won't be able to attach the link to this update or the masterlist for atleast six days

Taglist is Open comment or DM to be added!

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 21 days

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I really do, believe in you...

Wordcount: 2,860

Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky. Thor x POC Singer!Reader “Honey” x Bucky x Steve.

Summary:

Let’s see if you believe in me. The Avengers Holiday party. You are both a guest and part of the musical entertainment. Will you end up on the naughty or nice list?

Warnings:

Smut, Teasing, Dom Steve Rogers, Christmas Party, Office Sex, Polyamory, Steve Rogers is a Tease, Possessive Behavior, Not Sharon Carter Friendly, Domestic Avengers, Petty Reader, Dancing and Singing, Protective Bucky Barnes, Thor is just enjoying his mead

Notes:

Just a fun little snapshot for the holiday season! This one is very Steve heavy, but that's just where these characters took me. Have no fear though, the next full installment is VERY Thor-centric and Bucky will have his own installment to shine as well. Happy Reading Heathens! *I will have a set list of the songs used at the end. As well as links to the songs throughout the story. Please give these artists a listen!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

You spot them as they enter the main ballroom. Your three strapping men, color coordinated and cutting intimidating frames in their suit choices. Thank the goddess you had a good hold on the mic as you waited for your cue to join Sy in singing White Christmas, or you might have literally swooned in front of this mass of party goers.

You start your verse as you watch them make their way over to the bar where the team, plus one Sharon Carter, have gathered. Thankfully tonight’s event is Jane Foster free, so it should be a good night with you, Sy and the Chanti’s house band entertaining Tony’s rich friends and employees before enjoying some much needed time with your men.

You can't help but feel festive in your short red dress, studded red fishnets and nude pumps. You’ve kept your makeup simple with a nude lip and a smokey eye. Your hair down and in its natural state. Sy made a comment when picking you up that you looked like Santa’s little Siren. Seems appropriate if you do say so yourself.

Per usual you notice Sharon being a bit too chummy with your Captain. The woman just can’t help herself. You know all about the “kiss” when they were trying to save your beloved Bucky. But according to Steve the reason it never went further was because there was no spark when their lips touched. And he tried giving her a chance, chalking the lack of spark up to the stress of the situation, but she was way too into his status and power. So he ended things before it made it any further than a couple dates and a subpar makeout session.

What is it with these prude ass women that hang around these strong ass people? Sharon, like Jane, thinks your quad is ridiculous and you don't need that many men. Especially when you added Steve in.

“He should be upholding traditional values as he’s America's golden boy. Not flaunting such an alternative lifestyle. Hell if he was gay it would be easier than this bullshit. Why on Earth would you want to willingly share a woman with two other men. Not to mention one of those men is a God and the other a murderer.”

Let's not forget what she also stated in that little rant of hers, when she was unaware you could hear her perfectly clear from your spot in the common room. “I just don’t understand what he sees in her. Who stays in a band with someone they used to be fuck buddies with? It’s just tacky and sad. A man that powerful should be with someone who is only devoted to him and can boost his image, not damage it. ”

I’ll show her tacky. Lord knows I'm certainly not above being petty. I’ve been behaving for far too long. Time to put these Siren skills to use. What good are they to have if you can’t fuck with uppity bitches using them.

You wrap the song with Sy and address the room. “Once again I’m Honey, he’s Sy and they are the Chanticleers house band. I hope you’ve enjoyed your evening so far. We plan on keeping things fun, flirty and just a tad bit naughty. Might even make ya feel some things tonight. Requests are accepted but are subject to refusal. For this next one I’m going to need a certain Widow and White Wolf to report to the dance floor to really get this crowd moving and grooving.”

They exchange a look with each other, shrug and make their way over to the now cleared dance floor. A tango melody begins, which sounds remarkably like Billie Eilish's Bad Guy . As your sultry voice fills the space, your eyes feast upon the natural elegance of Bucky leading Nat across the floor. It’s turning you on, if you’re being honest with yourself. Two people you know very intimately, pressed close together, seducing the crowd with their bodies, is panty dampening. If you were wearing any that is.

As Bucky dips Nat for the last time, he tosses you a wink as he swings her out and they both take a bow.

“Now that the temperature has certainly risen, let's get those hips moving. We are a big band after all, let’s give ya a taste of what we do three nights a week at Chanti’s.” Sy starts tickling the ivory, leading the band in a 1920s cover of Levitating. You shimmy and sway your hips to the beat as people fill the dance floor once again.

The whole team is cutting a rug, trying to get tips from Bucky and Steve on how to dance best with a partner to this upbeat rhythm. It truly is such a sweet sight to see. Even Sharon, trying to use this to her advantage isn’t phasing you. He entertains her for a few measures as she tries desperately to keep up with his footwork. He eventually pawns her off on an agent nearby and makes his way to the side of the stage.

Just before the music break he sneaks up and grabs your hand, spinning you into him as you finish the chorus. A ‘woo’ escaping you as you collide with his chest. He leads you in a simple swing as the band plays on, placing you back in front of the mic with a kiss to the jaw and a squeeze of the hips just in time for you to get back to serenading the crowd.

Smooth asshole. I’ll be getting you back for that one, Sir.

“Should we keep this high energy up?” The crowd responds with ‘yes’ accompanied by hoots and hollers. “Requests are open if anyone has a suggestion.”

From the middle of the dance floor you hear Sam shout “I2I. I’m trying to get my goof troop on.”

You can't help but crack up at his antics, trying to pull one over on you. “Fortunately for you Samuel, we are well versed in the magic that is Tevin Campbell. But since you think you're so funny why don’t you come show these people your best Max moves and maybe you just might find yourself a Roxanne.”

Sy’s fingers produce the familiar synth beat from the electric guitar in his large hands, before the band joins in and brings this funky jam of your childhood to life. You have fun with it, goofing around with your back up singers and really livening the place up. You truly do shine when you are on a stage.

“Steve, why are you over here? Come back out on the dance floor with us.” Sharon whines.

“I’m content here with my drink currently. I’m admiring the view too much.” His eyes haven't moved from your body the whole song. Not even to address Sharon.

“Don’t you want to continue to have fun?”

“I’m having plenty of fun, trust me.” He taps his head, a devious smile crossing his face, as filthy thoughts of you fill his mind.

Just as she is about to open her mouth in response, the song ends and the dance floor bursts out in applause.

“Hot damn was that fun!” You shout out, catching your breath. “I think we all deserve a cool down after that.”

The crowd agrees with head nods and murmurs of yes. “Sy would you be so kind as to set up a chair for Steven to come join us on stage?”

You wink at him as you curl your fingers in a come hither motion to get him moving. He places his drink down and like a sailor following a Sirens song into the sea, travels across the parting dance floor, keeping eye contact with you, until he sits in the chair provided for him in the middle of the stage.

You reach over and pluck the Santa hat covering the extra mic stand. You turn toward the soldier sitting proudly in the chair behind and to the right of you. You take two steps and bend over, placing the festive red hat on his head with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“Now that we have our Santa, I have a few things I’d like to ask for.” The band starts to play Santa Baby to the crowds whoops and applause.

You give the room your full attention at first. Pouty lips, swaying hips, coquettish smiles as your fingers play with the mic stand. Steve’s eyes are glued to your backside the entire time, pants growing uncomfortable.

You grab the mic and begin to move about the stage as you sing about all the fellas you haven't kissed, with a wink to Thor and Bucky for good measure. Hips moving to the beat as you parade around the stage, dutifully ignoring your Captain. That is until you place yourself on his thighs asking him to come and trim your Christmas tree.

You words and attention are only for him. The sexual tension you two have been playing with all night is beginning to leak out. The want in your voice as you ask one final time for him to ‘Hurry, tonight.”, is his breaking point. Especially as you slip off his lap and immediately address the crowd.

“Let’s give a round of applause to our wonderful Santa everybody.” The inebriated crowd hoops and hollers, as Steve, having discreetly adjusted himself, stands and takes a bow. As he passes you by, he places a hand low on your hip, giving it a squeeze. All while laying a kiss behind your ear with a low growl and a whispered command of “My office in 5.”

A shiver runs down your spin as he makes his way off stage. Eyes tracking him as he stops to talk to Thor and Bucky. Both men turn to you up on stage, Thor raises his glass with a wink and smug smile, while Bucky mouths ‘Naughty girl.”

“Looks like it’s time for this Songstress to call it a night.” Someone boos in the crowd. “Have no fear, the night is far from over. The house band is more than capable of keeping the party going. You’ll forget about little ole me in no time. For now I bid you adieu. May your night continue on with laughter and joy.”

You give a bow as Sy walks up to the mic. You give his bicep a squeeze and whisper “Knock em dead.” before exiting the stage.

You’re spread out on Steve’s desk, dress hiked up around your waist and the crotch of your fishnets ripped open, back arched as the golden Adonis between your thighs wrenches another orgasm from you with his tongue.

“Just had to tease me, doll.” He plunges two fingers, knuckles deep into your dripping folds. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the little game you were playing with Sharon.”

He crooks his fingers just so, playing with your sweet spongy spot, making you whimper out. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know you couldn’t. My naughty naughty girl.” He removes his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. You start to whine until you notice him unbuckling his slacks and pulling out his thick cock.

Your mouth begins to water as you lean forward, licking your lips, wanting a taste. He grabs your throat, pulling your head up. “Uh, uh dollface. As much as I want those pouty lips wrapped around my cock I need to be inside you more. Gotta remind you I’m not going anywhere as my cum slowly leaks out of you the rest of the night.”

As you open your mouth to respond with some kind of sassy retort, he grips your thighs and pulls forward, impaling you to the hilt on his length. You both moan out simultaneously as you adjust to his girth for a moment. A moment is all he grants you.

With an intensity comparable to a feral Bucky, Steve sets a back breaking pace. His strokes are hard and deep, hitting all your sweet spots, turning your muscles to mush in his capable strong hands. He’s so lost in imprinting himself to your body that he doesn't hear the door to his office opening.

With half lidded eyes you watch as Sharon’s face emerges from the opening, jaw going slack with shock at the act of passion happening in front of her. As Steve grinds his pelvis into your clit after a particularly deep thrust, you lock eyes with the unsolicited blonde voyeur, letting every ounce of pleasure your feeling spring forth from your throat.

He growls out, nipping your neck, still unaware of your visitor. “Fuck babygirl. Squeezing my dick so tight. I can feel you’re close. C’mon. Cum for me. Give your Captain everything so I can fill you up.”

You smirk at Sharon before gripping Steve’s hair and guiding his lips to yours. You ignore the pest still at the door and proceed to grind back against your Captain as you bite his lower lip. It does as you intended and he slams into you harder, desperate to have you coming all over his dick.

You stay lost in each other, as Sharon retreats, quietly shutting the door back. Paying no attention to her surroundings, she runs straight into Bucky.

“Find what you were looking for Sharon?” He asks. “I was trying to find you and let you know that I would get Steve as he would most likely be indisposed. But I guess I was too late. See something you weren't supposed to?”

She swallows and just nods her head.

“Serves you right.” He grits out. “I hope for your sake you’ve finally learned your lesson that Honey isn't going anywhere.” A cruel smile crosses his face. “Knowing you though, I doubt that it has. I’m going to enjoy watching her take you down as you continue to step out of line. Let’s see how long you last this time.”

“He’ll get sick of her soon enough and I’ll be here to give him what he truly needs. A powerful man needs a woman fully devoted to him and only him.” She spits out.

“Keep deluding yourself, agent. You just witnessed how devoted they are to each other.” He shakes his head. “Get the fuck out of here. You’re not worth the hell Honey would give me for ruining her time with her Captain to deal with you.”

She glares at him before walking off down the hall at a brisk pace.

Uncaring of being stealthy, Bucky opens the office door and enters. He is there but a minute, listening to you come undone, before Steve is losing himself inside of you as you cling to him like a koala. His dick instantly hardens wanting to come out and play.

“Is there something I can help you with Buck?” Steve pants out, unwilling to pull himself for your warmth.

“I was just popping in to let you know Tony is asking for you. It’s time for speeches or whatever.” He replies.

You run your fingers through Steve’s hair as his head lays on your chest. “You run into Sharon in the hall or was she long gone by the time you made it here?”

Steve pushes himself up. “Why would he run into Sharon?”

“Ah, so she didn’t go unnoticed afterall." Bucky chuckles. "I caught her trying to sneak back to the party. Literally ran right into me after she shut the door.”

“What’s going on?” Steve queries.

“Sharon came looking for you and found you ravaging me instead. I’m surprised you didn't hear the door open with your Super Soldier hearing.” You answer.

He starts to laugh. “Good. I hope she enjoyed the show.”

You slap him on the back. “Scoundrel. What am I going to do with you? How would the world respond, knowing that their golden boy can be such a pervy asshole?”

“As long as I’m your pervy asshole, I don’t care.” He kisses your collarbone.

“Alright Stevie.” Bucky speaks up. “Get yourself cleaned up before Tony comes looking for you himself. Sooner we get this done with, the sooner I can get my dick wet.” He winks at you.

“Selfish Beast.” You tease him as Steve pulls out, He scoops any of his spend that’s leaked out onto his fingers and pushes them back inside you making you moan out.

“I’m gonna enjoy knowing I'm slowly leaking out of you the rest of the night.” He makes you lick his fingers clean. “Let’s see how long it takes before more is added shall we.”

“You go on ahead.” Buck calmly states. “I’m contributing my claim now. Hope you don't mind me using your office.”

“Just don't do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Steve responds as he opens the door and heads out into the hall.

“How can I, when you’re taking all the stupid with you?” Bucky shouts back, before locking the door behind him and making his way over to your still spread thighs.

“You are not nearly ruined enough for me to allow you out of here.” He circles your throat with his flesh hand. “Let me rectify that.”

#poc reader #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #thor x reader #thor smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #avengers au #avengers smut

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marvelrarepairbingo · 3 months

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Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies) Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Melinda May, Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Established Bucky Barnes/Loki, Mission Fic, Madripoor (Marvel), Magical Artifacts, Power Broker Sharon Carter (Marvel), Not Sharon Carter Friendly, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Flirting, Pet Names, BAMF Loki (Marvel), BAMF Bucky Barnes, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Loki (Marvel), Theft, Gunshot Wounds, Car Chases, Tony Stark's Cars, Coulson's Bus, Affection Language: English Collections: Marvel Rare Pair Collection, Marvel Rare Pairs Secret Santa 2023 Published: 2024-01-30 Words: 6,854 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

To prevent the Ka Stone from being purchased and in the wrong hands, Bucky and Loki are sent in by the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D to Madripoor, a place Bucky is far too familiar with. The mission, however, should be easy enough. Until it isn't and the Power Broker gets involved to keep it for an even higher paying client.

For Artemis Day on AO3

#marvel rare pairs bingo #mrpbingo2023 #mrp secret santa 2023 #Bucky Barnes #Loki #Winterfrost #Bucky x Loki #Loki x Bucky #fanfic

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 3 months

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Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics)The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Thor (Movies) Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Melinda May, Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Established Bucky Barnes/Loki, Mission Fic, Madripoor (Marvel), Magical Artifacts, Power Broker Sharon Carter (Marvel), Not Sharon Carter Friendly, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Flirting, Pet Names, BAMF Loki (Marvel), BAMF Bucky Barnes, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Loki (Marvel), Theft, Gunshot Wounds, Car Chases, Tony Stark's Cars, Coulson's Bus, Affection Language: English Collections: Marvel Rare Pair Collection, Marvel Rare Pairs Secret Santa 2023 Published: 2024-01-30 Words: 6,854 Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Written for Artemis_Day on AO3.

#marvel rare pair bingo #mrpbingo 2023 #mrp secret santa 2023 #Bucky Barnes #Loki #Winterfrost #Bucky x Loki #fanfic

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 7 months

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Iron Legacy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50472463 by Astorybysarah In which, its has been fourteen years since Aurora James Stark was kidnapped, Tony and Pepper are only now finding out what happened to their daughter. Female Peter Parker AU Words: 2179, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Avengers Assemble (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Maria Hill, Loki (Marvel), Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Michelle Jones (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Harry Osborn, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Nick Fury, James "Bucky" Barnes, Gwen Stacy (The Amazing Spider-Man) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark, Uncle Ben Parker & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Laura Barton, Matt Murdock & Peter Parker, Frank Castle & Peter Parker, Harry Osborn/Peter Parker Additional Tags: Female Peter Parker, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Peter Parker is Pepper Potts's Biological Child, Hydra (Marvel), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. References, Not Canon Compliant, Post-Avengers (2012), Not Wanda Maximoff Friendly, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Peter Parker Played By Andrew Garfield, Peter Parker Played By Tobey Maguire, Peter Parker Acts Like a Spider read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50472463

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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walkitoffrogers · 10 months

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⍟ main ⍟ bio ⍟ face ⍟ muse ⍟ starters ⍟ wishlist ⍟

about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

In general, I follow an MCU timeline with Steve and mix in comics connections/plots as needed, unless specified in an AU verse. All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write him into AUs and fandom crossovers. However, I do not include Endgame/Old!Steve in any of my interpretations unless it's a fix-it verse. Regardless of verse, I pretty much always include Steve's Remender comics backstory of an abusive, alcoholic father, but I default on his MCU history with Bucky and transformation into Captain America.

wanted connections:

This is by no means a comprehensive list, and I can roll with most muses as far as basic interactions. I'm happy to ship Steve with other Marvel characters and OCs/fandom crossovers based on chemistry, but unless they're on my OTP list, they need plotting and interaction first. There is never any pressure to ship with me, even if they're on my list.

OTPs: Bucky Barnes (happy to write and rewrite every AU for my favorite idiots), Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Stark Possible Ships: Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Thor Odinson, Matt Murdock, probably most of the Avengers NOTPs: Peggy Carter, Sharon Carter, MCU Wanda Maximoff (I will play against her, but he thinks of her more like a little sister), MCU Peter Parker, most muses who are significantly younger (I enjoy writing Nomad!Daddy on request, but keep in mind that's going to work better with canon AU muses, since Steve isn't the type to go picking up coeds. If he's calling them "kid," he's gone parent-mode, sorry.) Family: Dad!Steve is one of my favorites, so I'm always happy to play against his canon (Ian, James, Ellie) or OC kids Other: all Avengers, Kobik, Mantis, Logan Howlett, Yelena Belova, Howling Commandos

default verses:

catfa: An MCU verse with any events that take place during or before Captain America: The First Avenger, including any with pre-serum Steve, before the Valkyrie crashes.

catws: An MCU verse with any events that take place during Captain America: The Winter Soldier or relate to Project Insight.

cacw: An MCU verse with any events that include Steve's search for Bucky while he's on the run, leading up to and including the Avenger's Civil War and his time in Wakanda.

endgame: An MCU verse with any events that take place during the Blip or the second fight with Thanos. The primary verse for Nomad!Steve.

mcu: An MCU verse with any events taking place after Steve comes out of the ice, usually divergent from the above timelines.

alt!postblip: A post-Endgame canon-divergent MCU verse where Steve passes the shield on to Sam and stays in the current timeline like a character who didn’t just undo 3+ movies of development. He’s there to help Bucky and Sam re-adjust to the world post-blip and learn the ropes on being Cap.

616: A mix of 616 and headcanons, typically written for comics muses who don't acknowledge things like the MCU Civil War or Thanos. It may reference other comics events, like the time Steve spent in Kobik's mindscape with Red Skull controlling his body.

multiverse!madness: Various comics universes collide, whether Marvel/DC/etc. have always existed on the same Earth, or other-dimension shenanigans are at work. Duplicate friendly!

I'm happy to write these, but since they're more specific AUs, I don't default on them for asks/memes. Please feel free to request them.

mcu/comics aus:

alt!firstavenger: An MCU AU where Stephanie “Stevie” Rogers poses as a man to join the army after she’s laughed out of the enlistment office. Erskine decides to give her a chance anyway. Who knows? There are already so many big men fighting this war. Maybe what they need now is a woman. (fem!steve / fc: kat mcnamara)

alt!tfatws: An MCU AU where Steve returns to the past in an attempt to alter the timeline to keep Bucky from Hydra and Natasha from the Red Room. Instead, he’s captured by the Time Variance Authority and held for four months, until he conspires with Loki to break out. He returns to his own timeline the night of Sam’s Captain America speech.

castaway: An MCU/616 mashup where the events of Castaway in Dimension Z happen two and a half years into the Blip. Steve is abducted to Dimension Z, a twisted sci-fi dimension ruled by Arnim Zola and his mutates. Steve rescues an infant from Zola's lab and raises him as his son, Ian, for ten years on the run, and often ends up in other universes using the multidimensional elevator. Duplicate friendly!

dad!verse: Any MCU/616 mashup AU where Steve has canon or OC children. While I'm happy to accept children from any muse, please do not assume Steve is still with the other parent in the present timeline without prior discussion (e.g., I do not ship him with Peggy or Sharon and will not write him in a current ship with them, although they may have been together in the past).

dark!hydraworld: A comics AU set in Earth-85826, where fascist dictator Arnim Zola rules the world with Hydra. While the real Steve Rogers leads an underground resistance, Hydra is unable to isolate and replicate the serum from his DNA and instead creates a clone. Captain Hydra is raised on fascist ideologies and knows nothing else, until the multiverse elevator explodes and tosses him into various universes/timelines. (hydra!cap)

dark!winterverse: An MCU AU where Steve and Bucky both fall from the train and are captured and brainwashed as Winter Soldiers. They work together for decades until Steve starts to regain his memories. (winter!soldier)

earth-3490: A blip comics universe where Steve is married to Natasha Stark (Iron Woman). When he discovers the Winter Soldier file, he takes it to his wife, she has time to adjust to the idea, and the Avengers’ Civil War never happens.

hydra!world: A comics universe set in Earth-85826, where fascist dictator Arnim Zola rules the world with Hydra. Steve Rogers leads an underground resistance alongside the Avengers and his kids, Ian and Ellie Rogers.

superhusbands: An MCU AU where Bucky doesn’t fall from the train in the Alps. Steve catches him, and they go after Red Skull together. They’re both on the Valkyrie when it crashes into the ocean and wake up together seventy years later.

welcome to westview: Roughly a month after Endgame, Steve ventures into Westview to investigate and gets stranded there in a false happily ever after scenario.

what if: For Steve Rogers, the fight with Red Skull for the cube and the the Battle of New York are only two weeks apart. Feeling disillusioned by fighting the same fights and getting nowhere, he looks for other ways to help. When someone jokingly suggests he run for Mayor of New York City, he decides to give it a try, expecting to lose but gain experience. Instead, he wins by a landslide and is started on the path to presidency. (president!rogers)

modern/realistic aus:

almost famous: A no-powers AU where Steve is an actor, primarily the well-known star of superhero action movies.

bodyguard: A no-powers AU where Steve is an ex-Army Captain who now works in private security.

college!verse: A no-powers AU where Steve Rogers transfers to a new school in his junior year after the death of Sarah Rogers to finish his art degree

welcome to new york: A no-powers AU where Steve graduates from the NYC School of Visual Arts and works as a graphic novelist.

fandom specific aus:

fortune & glory: An Indiana Jones AU set in 1941 where Professor Rogers is sent after the Ark of the Covenant.

gods & avengers: An MCU AU where the Avengers are reincarnations of Greek gods, and Steve accepts the mantle of Hades during the battle of Wakanda to defeat Thanos and stop the snap from happening. (hades!steve)

part of your world: Captain Rogers is already causing a stir as one of the youngest successful sailors in the country when he learns through chance that mermaids of folklore are real.

safe haven: After the Battle of Wakanda, Steve walked off the battlefield, picked up his infant daughter, Ellie, and disappeared. Three years into the snap, he owns a quiet seaside inn called Blue Haven.

twd!verse: A Walking Dead AU where Steve defrosts at the start of the apocalypse. He's never known the modern world without the undead in it.

you jump, i jump: A Titanic AU set in 1912, where artist Steve Rogers wins a ticket on the Titanic in a card game and hopes to finally return home to New York City.

#mobile navigation #welcome #tw: parent death #tw: alcoholism

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ao3feed-sambucky · 1 year

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Friends Don't Wear that Shade of Green

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46187563

by SunsetMaiden

Sharon sighed, giving it up. She had what she wanted. A reaction. A tangible reaction that she could see and Bucky could feel. Maybe her methods weren’t pure, but oddly enough she actually meant well. How were these two dumbasses ever going to take it to the next level if they didn’t acknowledge what that level was? Jealousy by her estimation was a sure-fire way to make things happen. If Bucky realized he was jealous, he’d have to eventually realize why, right?

Words: 2266, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Friends Don't

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sharon Carter (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sharon Carter

Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, POV Sharon Carter (Marvel), Didn't Know They Were Dating, Idiots in Love, accidentally dating, Pre-Relationship, Jealousy, inspired by a song, Song: Friends Don't (Maddie & Tae), Not Beta Read, Rated teen for language, Jealous Bucky Barnes, just friends with a heap of side-eye, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, but no shade intended, Sharon is just still really salty over the way things went down, Sassy Sharon Carter, Mentioned Steve Rogers, Mentioned James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Thunderbolt Bucky Barnes, Just Sharon lowkey shipping SamBucky like everybody else, and maybe shipping herself with SamBucky, Past Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Sharon has some questionable methods here, but i love her, Can't blame her for being a bit shady

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/46187563

#Bucky #Captain America #Winter Soldier #Sam Wilson #James Barnes #Falcon #SamBucky #BuckySam #IFTTT

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tempestuous-lush · 11 months

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set fire to the third bar | chapter one

summary: Odette Perec is one of Bucky's ghosts. A dream about her prompts him to ask for help tracking down what happened to her. However, Sharon Carter has been using her in her dealings as the power broker and has been for some time now.

warnings: There is violence in this chapter. Also, the character of Odette is being used against her will in the same manner Bucky was as the winter soldier. References to violence in WW2.

Sharon is awful?

tags : @ambassadortotrilliusprime

Inspiration for this chapter: twenty years - augustana

Odette's appearance.

Bucky tested the strength of the door to his cell, the heavy iron creaking and groaning but never once threatening to give under the force of his strength.

He didn’t realize yet the truth Odette had come to accept.

There was no escape. Furthermore, if HYDRA had you here, they wanted you for something terrible. Odette couldn’t glean much from her limited time with Johann Schmidt. However, the pieces that she pulled were dark and frightening. There was a hollowness, a darkness, to his eyes that chilled her to the bone. She heard Bucky pulling at the restraints once more and she spoke out, “Vous ne pouvez pas y échapper. J'ai essayé. Acceptez votre destin et restez assis. Je suis fatigué.”

Translation: You cannot escape it. I tried. Accept your fate and stay seated. I'm tired.

It was the first time Odette had spoken since he had been brought here after being captured. Bucky thought he was alone this entire time. To hear her voice gave him some hope, even though he couldn’t understand half of what she had said. He had worked on his French with some of the other soldiers but Odette was obviously a native speaker, the dialect pouring from her lips almost soothing in its rhythm. He tried to remember the words that the others taught him to say if he did not understand, and he cleared his throat, “Désolé mademoiselle je suis américain.”

Translation: Sorry miss, I'm American.

There was silence, followed immediately by something Bucky didn’t expect to hear in such desolate surroundings. Her laughter started out small before consuming her, the melody of it echoing off of the walls and washing over him anew.

Once calmed down, tears wetting her face from such unexpected laughter, she spoke up again, “Pardon my…hystérie, I wasn’t expecting an American to speak French, let alone hear my native tongue with such…butchery. But it's nice to hear a friendly voice, assuming you are friendly.”

Bucky sighed in relief when you spoke English before huffing a bit himself, a blush creeping at his face in embarrassment, “To be fair, miss, I only just started to learn it before being captured.”

“So, an American? Can I…assume, the great war against the third reich, not going well? Or at least not for you, since you were brought here.” Odette’s eyes glanced around the darkness of her own cell, her nail beds bloody from scratching tallies into the walls to keep track of the days that she had been here. Eighteen days since she was pulled from Auschwitz-Birkenau. Years that felt like decades since she had been pulled from her home, her younger sister gunned down in front of her by soldiers when she tried to run. A bit of a crazed laughter escaped her, the pain of it not lost on Bucky, before she commented, “Qui suis-je plaisantais? It hasn’t been going well since the beginning, has it?”

“How long have they had you here?”

“What is your name?”

Bucky answered her, “James Buchanan Barnes, ma’am.”

“Well, James” - a shaky exhale escaped her - “my name is Odette, Odette Perec. And I am so sorry.”

Bucky was pressing against the wall that separated the two of them, wishing he could see this woman speaking to him. When she apologized, he cleared his throat, “What are you sorry for, ma’am?”

“Johann Schmidt, the man that brought me here…he is not a man. But a”- Her breath caught before she could force the word out, her feelings of hatred clear- “monster. Those of us in the camp, stories were whispered about him. He…he isn’t human. And if you’re here, there is no escape.”

Odette fought back her tears before managing in a broken voice, the pitch shifted higher with oncoming madness, “You will die here, James. We both will. But at least I won’t die alone now. And neither will you.”

Bucky woke up, the floor of his apartment beneath him and the dull glow of his phone screen reaching out into the darkness around him. His breath was heavy, the vibranium of his hand flexed into a fist as his eyes adjusted. As his breathing slowed and muscles relaxed, his hand ran through his hair before throwing his blanket to the side and heading towards the kitchen. He wouldn’t be going back to sleep, not now. So, coffee was the next best option. As he started the machine, he went back to the living room and grabbed his phone.

Leaning against his kitchen counter, cup of coffee in hand, he dialed Sharon. She picked up after the third ring, her voice sounding every bit irate, “What could you possibly be calling me for at this time of night?”

At that, Odette’s voice echoed in his mind. At least I won’t die alone now. And neither will you.

Bucky pushed those thoughts from his head and took a sip of his coffee, “It’s four in the morning, Sharon, practically five, which is an hour before you normally get up. So don’t act so grumpy.”

“Grumpy? I will come down to New Orleans and kick your damn a” -

“Odette Perec.”

Sharon came to a still in her New York home, the electric lights casting a glow along her penthouse. How the hell did Bucky know that name? There was no way that he could possibly know anything about her personal information. They were created at two different times. They had never interacted with one another. She knew that much for sure. They were used for different jobs, even. Sharon sighed and quipped, “Are we talking about Swan Lake at four in the damn morning, Bucky?”

“No. Odette Perec. She was at the facility that Steve rescued me from all those years ago. I’d been so consumed by everything else I’d nearly forgotten. I never found out what happened to her. And, I figured if you had some free time in any capacity you could look into that for me? If not, I can call up someo”-

Sharon was quick to interrupt, “I can do it. But, give me a couple of days, yeah?”

“Yeah. Alright.”

He went to hang up before adding, “And Sharon?”

“Yeah, Bucky?”

“Thank you.” Bucky clicked his tongue before placing his cup on the counter, a smirk creeping into his voice, “And I still haven't forgotten, by the way. I still owe you a second date.”

Sharon sighed before smiling, “Yeah, you do. See you later, Buck. And I’ll email you anything I find.”

As soon as Bucky hung up the phone, Sharon tossed hers to the side and uttered one word as she rubbed her forehead.

Fuck.

This could get messy.

She’d been using Odette Perec, the raven of HYDRA, ever since she became the shadow broker and paid a pretty price for the woman. It had been how Sharon had managed to stay relatively clean all of these years. Well, that and living in Madripoor. She needed to get Bucky a file soon, one that confirmed the death of one Odette Perec in one of the Nazi camps. However, on the thought of Odette, Sharon looked down at her watch and noted the time.

In about an hour, the raven would once again be bringing death.

At least she had time for a shower and some food before she had to tune in to make sure the mark was dead.

Sharon Carter was far from the girl everyone thought they knew.

Meanwhile, along a highway in upstate New York a lone figure sat perched on the seat of a motorcycle, clad in black. A camera was inserted into the visor of the helmet, giving Sharon the ability to see every detail of what was about to occur while giving orders.

As Odette waited there, she heard Sharon’s voice come through clear as day, “Your mark should be coming along within the next five minutes. Black sedan. Will have two escorts on motorcycles. Take them out first, however you want, before they can put in a call for backup. But leave no witnesses.”

Her fingers flexed around the handles of the motorcycle, motor idling in wait. Sure enough, a black sedan drove past with two escorts. Odette waited approximately two minutes before pulling out to follow them. Quickly, she caught up to the car and swiftly threw a weighted blade that had been sheathed on her leg. It sank into the neck of the first motorcyclist, his bike swiftly crashing and the second driver catching on the wreckage of the first. Then, efficiently, Odette pulled her handgun and took out the back two tires even as the car sped up in hopes of escaping.

As the car pulled over, the driver got out swiftly.

Sharon watched as she simply commanded, “Take the driver out quickly.”

Odette took very little hesitance in putting a bullet between his eyes. Then, she wrenched open the back door with such force that there was no question of just what she could be. Facing her gun was the man Sharon was after, blocking access to his wife and two children. Sharon didn’t hesitate to speak swiftly, “Kill them. All of them.” Odette’s fingers were shaky and Sharon muttered, “Ubey ikh seychas zhe, voron.”

Translation: Kill them now, raven.

Squeezing the trigger, Odette fired first upon the man and yanked his body from the car. As he hit the ground, he cried out for her to show mercy. The silence was deafening after Odette pointed the gun at him and fired one round into his skull. After a few moments, his wife let out an agonized scream as the children began to cry. One of them escaped out the other door and Odette fired without question at the mother and the child that remained in the car before turning her attention to the runaway. Sharon commanded once more, “Prikonchi yeye.”

Translation: Finish her.

As Odette held the gun, a memory flashed through her mind.

She was home in France.

Soldiers had come by to take them away, and her sister took off running. They called for her. But she didn’t slow down. She was scared because she had known what everyone was saying about the German officers. They all had. And they had witnessed the horrors of what they were capable of as one of them did not even blink before three bullets were fired, her sister's body hitting the ground with a thud.

Odette had screamed for her sister that day, and many nights in the overcrowded beds as sleep eluded her. And now? The sound of her own screams reverberated through her skull as the gun dropped to the ground and she fell on her knees beside it. And everything hit her like a freight train. Every memory, both old and recent. All that she had endured, been used for, and endured again. The things she was made to do.

Odette acted quickly, knowing her time was limited.

Her hand found the gun and Sharon barely managed to send the signal in time, a small electrical charge that knocked her out cold for collection. The gun had been pointed up beneath her chin and fingers trying to find the trigger as she slumped to the side.

Sharon leaned back in her chair and uttered one word, “Fuck.”

That kid was in the wind. If authorities got to her first? Sharon would never get to her. And she needed Odette to remain a fucking ghost, especially with Bucky calling and asking Sharon to look into her.

Bucky was at a cafe in New Orleans with Sam when he spotted the television. Tapping Sam on the shoulder, he nodded at the TV. Sam gave a low whistle and spoke up, “Hey Shannon, can you turn that up for us?”

Bucky’s blue eyes never wavered from the screen as he saw the news.

The politician that Odette had murdered, along with his family, was plastered on the screen as details were given from the eyewitness. A five year old that managed to get away. The little girl had said it was a woman with super strength. The crime scene had found that the car door was nearly ripped from its hinges, suggesting that whoever the assassin was…they were not human.

Though, the way the newscaster finished her statement had Bucky reeling, “With the recent issues faced in America by Karli Morgenthau and her terrorist group, one has to wonder: is there a super soldier who was missed entirely?”

Sam gave a low whistle before asking Bucky, “You gonna call your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my” - Bucky didn’t know what Sharon was to him. Last time he was in New York things had escalated further than he anticipated and things happened but they still hadn’t really talked about it. Or what they were to one another. Sam was holding back a laugh which Bucky cursed under his breath at and pulled out his phone - “yeah fine, I’ll call her.”

Sharon looked down at her phone and sighed, looking up to the sky almost like a plea. Fuck me. Answering her phone, Sharon smiled, “Hey Bucky. Guessing you just saw the news.”

“Is there another super soldier out there, Sharon?”

“We don’t know, Buck.”

Sharon’s eyes observed Odette shrewdly in her holding cell. Thick, specialized glass held her for now. Though, Sharon suspected it might be due to the guilt she felt riddling her body. Odette’s body was huddled in the corner, occasionally her face looking up to reveal the tear stained cheeks and blue eyes sparkling with more sorrow. Sharon hesitated to put her back under control, wanting to speak with Odette as is to truly see how much Bucky knew about her.

Bucky sighed, “What do you know?”

“About as much as you. The eyewitness is a child so everything from her is shaky. Honestly? I’m thinking that the girl is so traumatized she isn’t sure what she saw. And whoever it was is probably long gone.” Sharon tilted her head, observing Odette as she began to harm herself with her own fists.

Jesus christ this will be frustratingly difficult to speak with her in any capacity.

Bucky couldn’t help but feel something was…off? She almost seemed distracted. Bucky’s eyes narrowed a bit, questioning, before he responded with a smile, “Alright, well keep me updated?”

Sam looked at him confused as Bucky added, “I’ll be in New York on Thursday. I know it’s only a few days from now, but Sam mentioned wanting to visit some friends and I figured I’d go with. Any chance to see you, right? So if you’re free, let me know?”

Sharon closed her eyes. Fuck. This was not what she needed right now. Right now, Sharon had to deal with Odette. Thursday was in two days and Bucky being around could only potentially complicate things. She smiled though, “Yeah, absolutely.”

"Besides, if there's another super soldier out there, gotta find them right?"

Meanwhile, Sam looked at Bucky, questioning until Bucky hung the phone up, “So” -

Bucky held his hand up to be quiet. He looked at the phone and mouthed, “Someone could be listening.” Next, he stood up and spoke up, “Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick, yeah?”

As Bucky walked outside instead Sam stood quietly and followed him. Once outside with the door shut, Sam looked at Bucky and quickly, “What’s going on Bucky?”

“Something doesn’t feel quite right.” Bucky began explaining why it felt off.

Once Sharon hung up the phone, she scanned her hand to open the door to Odette’s cell after masking her face and voice. Couldn’t risk anything getting back to her if someone were to catch Odette.

As she walked in, Odette recoiled at the sound of someone’s voice, “Hello Miss Perec.”

Odette didn’t say a word. She focused on the sound of Sharon’s voice instead, asking her a question, “Do you know where you are, Miss Perec? Or what year you are even in for that matter?” Odette’s cries slowed as she recognized the sound of Sharon’s voice as the one that has been ordering her all of these years. Instead, her grief was quickly transforming into anger. Yet, Sharon sighed, “I have an important question for you, Miss Perec. How do you know James Buchanan Barnes? Because he seems to remember you…and I need to know just how much.”

Odette’s anger subsided if only for a moment at the mention of James. A broken smile flitted across her features before she whispered hoarsely, “He was nice to me. A bit of starlight when I was submerged in the dark. Ma lumière.” Her dark blue eyes closed as she thought of how he used to hum music to her, or tell her stories that took her far away from that damp cell that chilled her to her bones.

Translation: My light.

Sharon stepped back as Odette swiftly stood, eyeing Sharon from behind brown strands of hair, “Vous vous souvenez de moi ? Il est vivant? Est-ce que tu l'utilises comme tu m'utilises, putain ?”

Translation: Remembers me? He is alive? Are you using him like you use me, whore?

A huff escaped Sharon as she realized what Odette just said, “If I could use him like I do you, I would…but no. He broke free of what controls his mind. Something you’re too weak to do, except when it is awfully inconvenient for me. However, using him is a bit more fun, I have to admit. Now, thank you for giving me insight. It seems the answer to my problem might be for you to extinguish your…lumière. Sweet dreams, Miss Perec.”

Odette moved to lunge just as Sharon released the same electrical charge to knock her out, once more.

She looked at the small group that stood on the other side of the glass. Those who worked for her. A smile graced her features before she ordered, “Tie her up in the chair so we can give her her next mark when she wakes up. We have a bit of cleanup to do before Thursday comes along.”

As she exited and they entered to do what she asked, her right hand stopped to ask, “And what then?”

Sharon stopped and looked back at Odette’s slumped form as they lifted and carried her to the chair in the cell before answering with a smile, “And then we see the end of the winter soldier.”

“What if she loses?”

“She won’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because when she is under control, she is no longer human. And Bucky? He’s too morally straight to take her life, no matter how hard she comes at him.”

Odette began to stir back as she was tied to the chair, her eyes pleading before she cried out, “No! Help me, please. Please…pl- please don’t do this. Let me go and I’ll disappear forever.”

A heartbreaking plea spilled from her lips as tears glimmered in her eyes once more, “I just want to go home.”

#winter soldier x f!oc #bucky barnes x f!oc #winter soldier fanfic #winter soldier story #original character #bucky barnes x odette perec

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